It's almost Spring

A painting from my sister. She can paint eyes really well and after this red kelpie she painted a panther. It was in black and white, no colour and just as well because if she'd put in panther yellow eyes it would have been more spooky than it was. I had it up as wall paper for a while but the damn eyes followed me round the room.  I didn't need that as something was killed in the yard last week and innards were in supply for any raven floating around.  I think they must have been dropped from some bird's beak because there was no body or fur just some innards. The sun was out today so I tried the hip  on a trip to the letter box with my stick and managed to shoot the leftovers under the gate to the footpath.  No wonder the cat has been twitchy and refusing to go out until the last bit of daylight has disappeared.

I have bought a new computer chair from Kogen, on special but now to grab the nephew to put it together.  He is scouting around for hand rails to put at the back door and I had the brilliant idea of looking through the hard rubbish collection for a single bed head but realized I'd have some trouble carting it home.  Then I forgot to ask him to bring a sledge hammer so I could break up that huge desk. I've been looking at fold up trestle tables at Bunnings that are long but not wide.  The bigger the flat surface, the more rubbish I can pile onto it so I'm trying not to do that. I'm still throwing out papers except for bank statements and still finding bits of mother's craft in curious places.  Still haven't moved any books because one leg makes it hard to balance.  And a good tip, don't try cleaning the toilet while wearing a scarffe, it falls off into the bowl and is a bugger to drag out, something else that is hard to do on one leg. 

I was late with breakfast and turned on the news just in time to see that vile mongrel Dutton enjoying a power trip by insisting that the Tamil family including children born in this country be thrown out of the Lucky Country. I hope the Judge who stopped it at the last minute does one good deed and keeps the family in Queensland. Even my sister signed a petition to keep the family here and she never bothers with anything like that.
I was hoping he'd have a real tantrum and stamp his little foot on the floor and fall through and disappear like Rumplestiltskin.  My laugh of the week was Angela Merkel trying not to go into hysterical laughter when Trump said he had German in his blood. I hope his hair turns rabid and bites him.
Hip is starting to hurt so I must go and take more painkillers.
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Into the past to look at the future

And we all laughed didn't we.

And now it's goodbye Epstein.

And nobody witnessed the deed.

Rack off CIA, MI6 calls it in. 

I managed the steps, one step and carefully

I didn't know that Google has an archive of all my blog photos.  Some very nice young men lounging about with nought wrapped around them, wish I could remember what you do with them.

I do remember this diabolical trifle cake, I can practically taste it and I have the recipe but it's not a cake one can make standing on one leg.
I did make it to Southland this morning after standing in the rain mumbling swearwords at Taxis but he was one of my regulars and after I had some trouble getting the gammy leg in the car, Prince Charming put it in very gently.   Same with driver coming home and he offered to carry all bags to the front door.  Stuff Uber.

Cat has re-discovered the feather cushion on his chair and is quite comfortable.  He sends shooting stares in my direction when he's hungry but it's bad enough that I have to stir up his kitty litter without hand feeding him on his chair.  He goes outside, digs a giant hole, uses it then comes inside and pees in the litter box, WHAT CONTROL! HOW GOOD IS THAT!

Yes, I am having a go at scummo the peasant.  I would love to shut the mouth of that other vile shock jock but I refuse to put his name on my blog. I'd love to squash him flat like I did to the spider in the bed the other night.  Rather creepy to get out of bed and see the poor thing, legs splayed out, body flat as a tack. I gave him another splat with the walking stick just to make sure.  It means that I must start to tackle the clean up and soon, well as soon as I can stand on two legs. 

I have just enough gin for one glass tonight then it's all over. The rates are in, House Ins is due and I paid $160 at the pharmacy most for pain killers so it's down to Asahi low carb beer, one bottle a fornight. I'll have to re-label my 50c tin, Bombay Emergency Fund and I'm half way to a bottle. Next time I see an ad for vitamins, I'll scream.  They are so expensive, that's why the rich are living and us poor pensioners are dying.  Does that make me a hypocrite, wanting to save up for gin when I really need vitamins? Absolutely not, everyone knows Bombay is a luscious blue pain killer, but I'll give up the glass and my lemons are growing a treat in the back yard - free.

One leg and one stick and 3 wheels on a chair

So you can imagine what a whole Parliament can do to one's delicate constitution. Vile, evil bunch of snouts in trough, repugnant to look at and brain blowing to listen to.
AND I ONLY GOT ONE CARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY and an email from my Harry Potter club.

Leg is getting better, down to leaning on one stick and sometimes walking without. Swearing and snivelling is down several notches. At least I didn't break anything just scrambled whatever holds me up but I still haven't been out of the house, can't get down the steps or up the steps.  Stop laughing, just think how many things you can't do standing on one leg while the other is screaming 'don't hurt me'.
And it would be this time to have a wheel break on the computer chair. So in the great Karmic tradition, I'm sitting here making up a fourth leg on a chair. 

Time for bed and painkillers.