Engage Warp Drive.

This image was taken by the husband and wife team of Erlend and Orsolya Haarberg at the hot springs of Hveravellir, Iceland. The pink object is not the starship Enterprise but a lenticular cloud and to find out more go to our favourite cloud site and enjoy.  The Harbeergs travelled all over Iceland and on a clear day took to the sky to photograph the land from above, sights we'd never get to see.  When I'm lost for words, I'll post their photographs instead.


Mothers' Day, freezing, stayed in bed and considered myself lucky to find a tin of fruit pastilles, the kind that are covered in cornflour so everyone knows what you've been eating.


Today I saw my mother, never see her on Mothers Day, besides freezing.  My brand new taxi card would not work so I had to pay full price.  Earlier on my Myki wouldn't work, again.  So now two more phone calls to moronic companies who can't keep their software working or get it to work.


Mother, on the other hand, is finding it easy to use her new iPad.  It came with 6 free books and she's up to page 126 of Pride and Prejudice so I won't have to worry about topping up with books immediately.  She finds it better than the mobile phone because of the size and she can't break the buttons off because of the touch screen.  She did ask why parts of it were cloudy and hard to read so I pulled out a hanky and wiped the fingerprints off the screen.


I've mentioned the Home's escapee before but today it was my turn for the vicious little creep's attack.  He threatened me but I don't have a witness because both of the other residents are slightly a lot deaf.  They could see him at the back of me but couldn't hear and neither did they see him shove a plastic plate to my neck.  Then he walked around in front to my mother and I thought if he touches her, I'll deck him but she's used to handling him and I could see his eyes change as Ma talked quietly to him.  I didn't move when he was near me, you can't, any aggressive move makes him worse.  I did report it but not on paper but I am the fourth person he's gone for lately.  At least I wasn't physically grabbed but the others have been.  I'll be seeing the DON at the end of the week and telling her what happened.  None of the old ducks should have to watch their backs when he's around and my mother shouldn't have to the one in the front line fending off his aggressiveness when the others can't.


Happy Elephant's Child who loves the cold, a minus five degrees in Canberra this morning. Please don't move south, I couldn't handle a minus anything.

I loved the ABC's programme of The Diamond Queen.  Need I mention the jools?  But I was impressed by the younger mob, even Beatrice and Eugenie.  William and Harry speak straight, plain English without the uppercrust plum stuck in their throat that Daddy Wales is cursed with. Edward, I liked as well but "air miles Andy" looks and sounds like a buffoon.  I think we can give cudos here for the Duchess of York who has done most of the upbringing of his daughters even if it does look at times as though they can't hold their booze like daddy.

I have at last finished my night time reading of The Three Emperors, a weighty tome that tells the behind the public view of George V, Wilhelm of Germany and Nicholas of Russia.  Willly was a handy bogeyman for the British and American public to blame for the First World War but he lost control of his throne and country the moment the Generals declared war.  George lived the rest of his life with the guilt of not saving the Czar and his family.  But what struck me most was the fact that all three were uneducated and unfit to govern a country let alone reign supreme although George didn't have the power the other two did. Bedtime reading now is the relationships between 3 queens and their daughters,  Catherine of Aragon/England, Marie Antoinette of Austria/France and Victoria of England/Germany.  I try not to read anything exciting before sleep otherwise I don't, I can't put down a mystery thriller so I read those outside the bedroom.  

Well, I think I've mouthed off enough to give Lord Rochester a run for his money and I need food and the last pastille, raspberry.