Launceston and back today. Throw in a baby screaming all evening, a stroppy, whining toddler and we're talkin' good times! Maybe the marathon yelling session will mean an equally long sleep.
One can dream, can't I?
Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
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Cheer up! This too shall pass.
Ilse, I am drawn to the bushes again now that the green is back out.
USelaine, Jen is always talking “more babies”. My philosophy is that you never have more children than you do spare rooms. We’ll have to move before we get another one.
Rebeckah, one of the few long extracts that I can remember!
Tania, how does the little [big] bloke go in the lungs department?