Wildlife carers have moved in next door and they have had wallabies, kangaroos, possums, a flying fox and a galah. The galah couldn't fly and just walked around, climbed trees and flapped around and was named Mrs G.
My new neighbour has three horses which live on my property and the adjoining one as well as hers. One really old fellow is 27! She walks my dogs for me which they love (Floyd puts on a performance when she's in the yard, and Meg shouts at her for attention if she's visible and looks like coming over to walk them.
Last week Meg disgraced herself. Mrs G walked into her yard.... all that was found was wings.
My neighbours were devastated. I wasn't terribly impressed, either.
Last week a dear friend had urgent surgery for a suspected tumor on the ovary (she's just got engaged and everything was just wonderful for her). I saw her on Friday afternoon and she was in good spirits, though not committing, the surgeon said that the tumor looked like a benign one. Pathology was back that evening and it was benign.
It's been a rough week.
I'm waiting for the 21st when my first Christmas break from work will begin. In January I'll be going on leave for a while, but I'm not sure what I want to do. If I go to Sydey I'll want to go to Canberra and visit the war memoral. I'll have to look at accommodation and stay overnight I think.
I hope to also get the photos I've taken and the rest of the NI trip on the blog, too. I'm sorry, but unfortunately in the last few months I've been so over working and with the changes to blogger I've just not wanted to post anything.