…because my scintillating, high-flying social life whirls me away from the humdrum.
Or maybe I’m busy re-inventing the wheel. No, that job’s done in Canberra!
Oh well, while I think of a really good excuse for being a pretty crap blogger and because everyone seemed to like last week’s musical offering….
Take it away, Dud! And Marian.
Sometimes…I do miss bits of my old life. Of course, I’m a tad too long of fang these days to live the way I did.
But hey! I’m a survivor. Mind you, I came close to not being one of those this morning. Intent on getting a macro shot of a really teeny tiny spider, I slipped on the wet bricks. I’m sure you’ll all be pleased to learn that the Fujica survived! But the mouldy bricks are now also bloody bricks, my bloody jeans are ripped and I’m minus a few bloody epidermal patches. Still, it feels bloody good to vent. 🙂
One of my neighbour’s beautiful but-too-big-for-its-position trees. Absolutely gorgeous, but… at over 30′ high and at least half that wide, it had become a problem.
And now we have new neighbours in that house.
This morning, contractors arrived to “remove” several overgrown trees. The two C. javanicas among them. Sad, but necessary.
And here’s one of the spiders I was after…
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Now, time to get my fishne…er, non-bloody jeans on and go shopping. sigh…