I’ve still got that brooding tension headache. So I’ve escaped upstairs away from Don and Bessie who have spent the last couple of hours screaming at the television (Joe/Frank has contained his yelling to typing on the InformationSuperhighway) – it’s a very, very tight game – go ducks!

I have no idea the source of the headache. It does coincide with the teetotalling, Don’s theory is that perhaps my body is re-finding equilibrium. If that is it, I do wish it would hurry up and get there.

I’m thrilled it is the weekend, it has been a bit of a crazy week (aren’t they all?)

xxx

Before we left for our weekend in Melbourne, Bessie gave me this excellent book for mother’s day. The series fills me with delight.

From my favourite page:

“Don’t forget your scarf, Scott,” says his mum.
Scott has not forgotten his scarf in years. He is 46.

Of course I absolutely don’t know anyone at all like that.

Bessie discovered this intriguing piece of I’m-not-sure-what in the letterbox today.

One one side is what looks like a colour printout of a scanned newspaper photograph of a pod of dolphins

And on the other side, well …

18 May

I already have got the inner conviction and deep gut feeling – even though I’m 21 years old that Mr Malcolm Turnbull is going to win the July 2016 election by a very small lead. I feel disappointed but I bet this inner conviction will come true! Next day he’ll be seen grinning widely in newspapers.

Just. What?

(Dear possibly unhinged old person, you’re fooling no-one with your claims of being 21)

Also. What?

xxx

For the uninitiated, we have a federal election coming in July. Malcolm Turnbull is the current prime minister, and is from the conservative* party. Our electorate is quite the opposite of conservative and will be an extremely tight contest between Labor and the Greens.

*conservative is relative, I suspect he could possibly be considered quite liberal in the US