Yesterday started delightfully with a few domestic chores (cleaning parrot’s cage, etc.) and then a visit to Sledgette Major and her partner who, it should be noted, makes the world’s best toasted sandwiches.
Saw new pics of Sledgette Minor’s bub who’s growing up fast.
Note to self: visit grandson more often.

Also went on some other metro-type jaunts including the following:

1. Watched TV (etc.) in a bedroom where a large beam of wood fell off the ceiling, narrowly missing putting all of my gentle readers out of their misery by eliminating this particular phenotype of the genotypic mortal coil -- storm damage to roof suspected.

2. Got dodgy software palmed off on me by an institution that shall remain nameless.

3. Etc. (see 1. above).

So it was good to get back to sleepy old Minjup (at the end of yet another public ferkin holiday) for what I thought would be a peaceful night in front of the TV.
Throwing the remains of last week’s dinners at Jeremy Clarkson, for instance, who deserves it.
Only to find the TV was really on the fritz.
Probably caused by the thunder storms over the weekend -- but I shall not continue along these lines as matters meteorological are prohibited.
Even if they do threaten my life and conclusively wipe out my second best friend, the TV.

Looking forward to driving to Margaret River at the end of the week to sample the delights of Eagles Heritage Raptor Park, drink the local wines and sit by a log fire watching the endless tractor advertisements on WIN and GWN.

Ah, the delights of country life!

Sledge