Life between coffees.
I get the message. I’m having a bone scan next week. Apparently it turns me in to radioactive man ’cause I’m not allowed to hold Albert afterwards so Nana Z has been brought in as chief baby wrangler. It’s an all day affair with an injection of Radioactivum (this may or may not be its name) in nthe morning and then the scan happens in the afternoon once I’m radiated enough to glow in the dark.
Now I wonder if I should tell her about my dodgy toe nail…
Sitting in the lounge tonight we hear sirens. They get louder, and louder.
“They’re in our street, or just around the corner.” says Rae and a second later they stop.
I grabbed the camera and ran outside, a fire engine was there and two ambulances followed moments later. I took a snap and then realised that the ambo’s where heading in to our elderly neighbours house.
Fingers crossed all is okay. The fire truck and ambulance are still there half an hour later.
UPDATE. Our neighbour, Joe, passed away last night.
Just ’cause I like my photo. Check Albert’s blog for before and after pics.
a quickr pickr post
Look what she bought me today.
400g of Cadbury Dairy Milk pleasure.
Bonus points to whoever can guess from the following clue what I bought this afternoon that made me a very happy camper.
“I don’t believe in reincarnation because I refuse to come back as a bug, or as a rabbit.”
“You know, you’re a real ‘up’ person.”
And then there’s the fact the Tigers won yesterday against the top of the ladder crows, the fact we bought a new washing machine today with the last of our wedding gift vouchers, that we now have Gremlins 1 & 2 on DVD ($16 for them both!) and the the marvellous Ren dropped off 12 cans of A & W Root Beer yesterday afternoon.
UPDATE
And the winner is Josh. I finally purchased ‘NEW order A COLLECTION’. All of their video clips in one great package, and I couldn’t be happier. Bert seems to be enjoying them too.
As Mel has already pointed out after what seemed an endless run of bleak, grey days here in Melbourne town the sun has finally put its hat on and come out to play. At the Malloy residence every door is open, as is every window. Three loads of washing are on the line, one is in the machine and another is piled ready to go. We’re ouside now with Bert having his morning tea (a rusk) while he sits in his swing. Bella is lying on her back soaking up the delicious rays and I’m working on the laptop in a t-shirt.
It’s too nice a day to waste, once this work is done Bert and I are off for a stroll. I think I can feel lunch at The Coat coming on.
Update
Bert and I had a lovely lunch in the garden at The Coat. You can see (courtesy of my phone) what Bert shared with me and their resident visiting cat on my Flickr page.
After more trouble with his, um, googlies, Shane Warne’s wife Simone has declared “I just want to hide under a palm tree with my kids”.
I wonder why she chose a palm tree? Why not a fir? Maybe a lemon? At the moment I’d probably choose a lime tree, it goes well in my Pepsi. And of all the places to hide under a tree probably isn’t the best place, you’re pretty easy to spot.
A while ago I put a photo of my desk on this blog, it even ended up in the Flickr cool picture thingy for the use of notes.
We’ve moved house since then and the desk has changed a little so I thought I should update the picture. Click on the pic below to be taken to the Flickr page for notes on what is what.
Just when was the last time I wore these jeans? There’s a winning scratchy in my back pocket – I’m a whole $2 better off than I thought I was.
