Jackie (The Princess Dog), Darcy (The Dapper Dog) and myself are all going on a holiday. It is a long drive of over 900km which we do in the whole day, however I usually take 3 or so coffee breaks and that is when I let the kids out of the car and we all to a wee break and also a little play. Add into that one fuel stop and I am sure the babies will travel fine. Jackie has done the trip twice before and Darcy is getting more used to the car now. I am sure both will travel well.
One of the main concerns I have is my QUIT programme. I haven't had a smoke for 10 weeks and this will be the first time undertaking a long drive without cigarettes with me. I know I can do it as I have done so well so far, so why spoil it? Also, I am going to take my "money jar" with me to remind me how much moula I have saved since getting healthy.
Can't wait for the trip now.
Friday 15 March 2013
Monday 11 March 2013
Boarding School - Woolwich NSW
My
Sister Joan and I went to Boarding School. Two of them actually. We
went to a Marist Sister's College at Woolwich, NSW for just a few years
and then we attended St Mary's Convent, Katoomba, NSW. There was
another sister, Sandra however she lived with my Father and his family
and there was no contact until I was 22 and a mother of 2 young
children. Back in the early 50's there was no such thing as a "single
parent" pension. If a woman was divorced and had children she had to
work to earn money. Like it or not, that was a fact. Both Mum and my
mother worked and once Mum started working for someone else as a
dressmaker, then it became more difficult during school holidays. My
Great Grandmother also lived with us (Nana) and she probably found it
difficult during school holidays to supervise John (Mum's son), Joan and
myself. My mother worked for the Metropole Hotel as a food waitress
and the Metropole was one of the "swankiest" hotels in Sydney when I was
a kid.
Back then only the very wealthy would dine out and many of the hotel guests would be from overseas or country people visiting Sydney. I can remember one time Mother meeting Joan and myself at the Quay and taking us back to her work. We were huddled into this small room (probably staff quarters) and we stayed there until she finished work. Occasionally another waitress might call up to see we were OK. Gosh, we kids were good when I think about it. I guess she probably finished work about 11pm from the dinner trade and then we got a taxi home to Paddington. Who knows.... maybe she and Mum had had an argument and Mum told her to make her own arrangements to pick us up from the quay. But looking back on it, it was strange not to have gone straight home from the ferry ride back from school.
To
get to Woolwich I remember we would get the Ferry from Circular Quay
and the ferry would go under the Harbour Bridge. Oh my, the terror I
used to feel as we approached the Bridge and going under it that the
mighty structure would fall on our ferry!! We would get off the ferry
at the Woolwich wharf and we usually travelled on the ferry
unsupervised by the nuns (as I recall) as the ferry would be full with
Boarding students returning from school holidays. One part of the
school I recall was an area we used to call "Greenland" which was part
of the college waterfront but so overgrown with greenery and bush it was
forbidden to go there. However of course we did. I also recall one
dessert we used to call Lane Cove Purified Mud which was ever so
delicious and looking back it was chocolate mousse. We used to have
mosquito nets over the beds as it being right on Lane Cove river there
were mosquitoes in abundance.
I
made my first Holy Communion in 1954 at 6 yrs of age in the St Peters
Chanel church and I remember being woken very early and I was happy not
only to make my Communion, but it meant my Mother would be visiting us
that day also. Mum and my mother made my Communion gown and it was
long, as were most of the girls and it had a very big bow on the back
and also puff sleeves. Back then, you had to fast prior to receiving Communion and we were woken at midnight to have a cup of hot cocoa and a slice of bread and butter. Then back to bed until early waking time.
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| Not much different in 1956 |
Back then only the very wealthy would dine out and many of the hotel guests would be from overseas or country people visiting Sydney. I can remember one time Mother meeting Joan and myself at the Quay and taking us back to her work. We were huddled into this small room (probably staff quarters) and we stayed there until she finished work. Occasionally another waitress might call up to see we were OK. Gosh, we kids were good when I think about it. I guess she probably finished work about 11pm from the dinner trade and then we got a taxi home to Paddington. Who knows.... maybe she and Mum had had an argument and Mum told her to make her own arrangements to pick us up from the quay. But looking back on it, it was strange not to have gone straight home from the ferry ride back from school.
To
get to Woolwich I remember we would get the Ferry from Circular Quay
and the ferry would go under the Harbour Bridge. Oh my, the terror I
used to feel as we approached the Bridge and going under it that the
mighty structure would fall on our ferry!! We would get off the ferry
at the Woolwich wharf and we usually travelled on the ferry
unsupervised by the nuns (as I recall) as the ferry would be full with
Boarding students returning from school holidays. One part of the
school I recall was an area we used to call "Greenland" which was part
of the college waterfront but so overgrown with greenery and bush it was
forbidden to go there. However of course we did. I also recall one
dessert we used to call Lane Cove Purified Mud which was ever so
delicious and looking back it was chocolate mousse. We used to have
mosquito nets over the beds as it being right on Lane Cove river there
were mosquitoes in abundance.
Sunday 10 March 2013
Saturday 9 March 2013
Shopping in the 50's
How different shopping was when I was a kid. No shopping trollies. In
fact there were no supermarkets, just the corner shop. We went to
different shops for different items as some corner shops only sold some
grocery lines. The kitchens were small and my Grandmother (Mum) only
had an ice chest prior to her saving enough for a fridge, and that would
have been the case for most of us in inner city living then.
Speaking of ice chests, I can remember the Ice Man coming and he would be wearing a leather apron and also had several sacks over his shoulder. He would pick up the ice with big caliper type things and swing it onto his back and then deliver it to your door. It was then up to Mum to have to lug this big block of ice to the kitchen to put in the ice chest. We would get 2 deliveries a week in summer months.
The bread and milk were delivered. We would wash out glass milk bottles after use and leave them on the door step, with payment. The next morning we always had fresh milk and I can remember the cream on top of the milk and woe betide anyone who didn't shake the bottle prior to putting on their cereal. Oh but that first bit of milk from the bottle was just so good, with thick, rich cream coming out first.
The bread and milk were delivered by horse drawn vehicles and we never saw the milko, but if the baker's horse dropped manure out the front of your house, it was sort of unwritten law that the manure belonged to you. And many a time Mum would race out with a small metal dustpan and collect that manure for her potted plants.
Oh I do remember the smell of new baked bread loaf. And it was still warm and Mum would cut it with her bread knife (nobody else allowed to cut it as they didn't cut straight) and butter and jam for lunch.
Joan and I were often sent to the shops to pick up a pound of biscuits, or a pound of sugar. And on hot evenings after dinner Mum would send me to the shop to buy a brick of ice cream as I was a runner and the ice cream wouldn't melt on the way home.
Looking back, there was little waste even in so far as packaging. The sugar, biscuits etc came in a brown paper bag after being measured whilst you were in the shop. The bags were then used to take lunches to school. Ah yes, it was looking after the planet and "being green" back then.
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| Ice Tongs |
Speaking of ice chests, I can remember the Ice Man coming and he would be wearing a leather apron and also had several sacks over his shoulder. He would pick up the ice with big caliper type things and swing it onto his back and then deliver it to your door. It was then up to Mum to have to lug this big block of ice to the kitchen to put in the ice chest. We would get 2 deliveries a week in summer months.
The bread and milk were delivered. We would wash out glass milk bottles after use and leave them on the door step, with payment. The next morning we always had fresh milk and I can remember the cream on top of the milk and woe betide anyone who didn't shake the bottle prior to putting on their cereal. Oh but that first bit of milk from the bottle was just so good, with thick, rich cream coming out first.
The bread and milk were delivered by horse drawn vehicles and we never saw the milko, but if the baker's horse dropped manure out the front of your house, it was sort of unwritten law that the manure belonged to you. And many a time Mum would race out with a small metal dustpan and collect that manure for her potted plants.
Oh I do remember the smell of new baked bread loaf. And it was still warm and Mum would cut it with her bread knife (nobody else allowed to cut it as they didn't cut straight) and butter and jam for lunch.
Joan and I were often sent to the shops to pick up a pound of biscuits, or a pound of sugar. And on hot evenings after dinner Mum would send me to the shop to buy a brick of ice cream as I was a runner and the ice cream wouldn't melt on the way home.
Looking back, there was little waste even in so far as packaging. The sugar, biscuits etc came in a brown paper bag after being measured whilst you were in the shop. The bags were then used to take lunches to school. Ah yes, it was looking after the planet and "being green" back then.
Friday 8 March 2013
If I Had Known.....
"If I had known I was going to live so long, I would have taken better care of myself" as was said in the musical Chicago. Oh, how true ....how true!!
This week saw me wake with pains in the hip and my back and I only assume I must have slept in a "draft" as it has been very hot and I left the overhead fan on overnight several nights. We never seem to appreciate our good health until something goes awry and then we sort of put the "pain category" into different levels. Like toothache to me is still the 10/10 of pain level. Well my back was about a 9/10 and the following day I loaded up on pain killers and have had a pretty darn good week since!!
Early Wednesday morning (and early being 4.30am) young Aida phoned me and asked if I could drive Matt to the Hospital as he was in a lot of pain with his neck/shoulder. I hobbled out of bed and drove to their home and we went to the Hospital. I dropped him off in Emergency and then drove to the carpark. They now have automated car park and you have to pay to park there. I hobbled from the car to the entrance and learned I had to press the buzzer to be let in. That being done and deciding to leave the kids at the hospital I proceeded to the entrance door (but now would be the exit door).
NO OPEN!!! I then limped back to Emergency and enquired if doors could be opened for me to leave. Nope, the rule is you have to go out through Emergency and walk half a block to get to the car park!!! Oh I do love the logic of sending someone out in the dark to walk around... and probably that person is ill.
Anyway,
Matt and Aida asked me to wait and not long after he was discharged.
He is a Brickie and had strained his shoulder at work and he said
driving home the Tuesday had been hell with the pain. I called into my
house to pick up some pain killers and then took them home where we all
had coffee and dosed up on pain killers!! Aida was the only one who
doesn't drink coffee nor needing pain killers.
This week saw me wake with pains in the hip and my back and I only assume I must have slept in a "draft" as it has been very hot and I left the overhead fan on overnight several nights. We never seem to appreciate our good health until something goes awry and then we sort of put the "pain category" into different levels. Like toothache to me is still the 10/10 of pain level. Well my back was about a 9/10 and the following day I loaded up on pain killers and have had a pretty darn good week since!!
Early Wednesday morning (and early being 4.30am) young Aida phoned me and asked if I could drive Matt to the Hospital as he was in a lot of pain with his neck/shoulder. I hobbled out of bed and drove to their home and we went to the Hospital. I dropped him off in Emergency and then drove to the carpark. They now have automated car park and you have to pay to park there. I hobbled from the car to the entrance and learned I had to press the buzzer to be let in. That being done and deciding to leave the kids at the hospital I proceeded to the entrance door (but now would be the exit door).
NO OPEN!!! I then limped back to Emergency and enquired if doors could be opened for me to leave. Nope, the rule is you have to go out through Emergency and walk half a block to get to the car park!!! Oh I do love the logic of sending someone out in the dark to walk around... and probably that person is ill.
Thursday 7 March 2013
Darcy (The Dapper Dog) Goes to Class
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| Picking up for Adoption |
I had previously enrolled Jackie (The Princess Dog) but we had a dreadful job of it. She hated the classes. She wouldn't sit, walk, drop and I often finished the classes early and close to tears with the drama. So having given Darcy (The Dapper Dog) a little leash training in my back yard, figured he could "be da man".
So off we went to Classes and after a quick appraisal they put him in Puppy 2 as he could already sit on command. He loved the pre class meeting all the other dogs and was so happy and tail wagging with it all whereas Jackie would growl and snap at any dog that put its head too close to her!
Well, the long and the short of it.... Darcy is a STAR!! He walked on command. Sat on command and even dropped. I was thrilled and now looking forward to classes again. I am a great believer in every dog (no matter how cute, fluffy and small it is) should have Obedience classes to learn to stay and sit on command, in particular.
I have included some photos of Darcy's first day of Adoption to our Family. He is as outgoing and "in your face" as Jackie is timid and shying away from people. But he has brought her out no end and they play so well and are so rough at their play also.
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| Jackie & Darcy at Play |
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| Darcy the first day Home |
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| Darcy with a rawhide bone |
Wednesday 6 March 2013
Meet Jackie (The Princess Dog)
I was in Griffith NSW when I had to have my old little friend, Jack
(The Wonder Dog) put down due to he just couldn't take another day of
being so old and so tired. He was 18 1/2 yrs of age and his last 2 days
were so gut wrenching to witness him barely being able to walk and as I
was staying at someone else home, he didn't even know where he was :(
I lasted 10 days and saw an ad in the Griffith paper for "Dog of the Day" which showed Jackie and her litter sister at the Pound. They were both very timid and I chose Jackie as she was shorter haired.... I often wonder what became of her litter sister. Well, after they micro chipped her (for $45) I had another 10 days away before heading back to Adelaide and time for her to settle in. Goodness me, she ate like there was no tomorrow and she gradually adapted to playing with Bart, the other large Jack Russel X where I was stopping.
10 days or so after I returned to Adelaide I had her desexed and they also put a tattoo in each each ... D and M... so she is one hot doggie and so very trendy!!! She was so ill and appeared to be in so much pain when I collected her from the Vet and the following day I had to go back and get pain killers as she wouldn't let me near her and snarled and snapped at my hand when I got it near to her. Eventually she healed and we started all over again to make friends of each other.
She is still frightfully timid. She still backs away from me sometimes when I am giving her and Darcy a treat. She HATES me after I have applied an ointment to her skin as she suffers from a skin infection and tears herself away until the skin is exposed :( But I love her dearly and after 7 months together I think she loves me in her ownstandoffish way. So here, World.... meet Jackie (The Princess Dog)
I lasted 10 days and saw an ad in the Griffith paper for "Dog of the Day" which showed Jackie and her litter sister at the Pound. They were both very timid and I chose Jackie as she was shorter haired.... I often wonder what became of her litter sister. Well, after they micro chipped her (for $45) I had another 10 days away before heading back to Adelaide and time for her to settle in. Goodness me, she ate like there was no tomorrow and she gradually adapted to playing with Bart, the other large Jack Russel X where I was stopping.
10 days or so after I returned to Adelaide I had her desexed and they also put a tattoo in each each ... D and M... so she is one hot doggie and so very trendy!!! She was so ill and appeared to be in so much pain when I collected her from the Vet and the following day I had to go back and get pain killers as she wouldn't let me near her and snarled and snapped at my hand when I got it near to her. Eventually she healed and we started all over again to make friends of each other.
She is still frightfully timid. She still backs away from me sometimes when I am giving her and Darcy a treat. She HATES me after I have applied an ointment to her skin as she suffers from a skin infection and tears herself away until the skin is exposed :( But I love her dearly and after 7 months together I think she loves me in her own
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| Mug Shot #1 |
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| Jackie and her Mummy |
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| Your face smells of LOVE, Mummy |
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| Mug Shot #2 |
Monday 4 March 2013
Growing up in Paddington, NSW
I lived in Paddington, NSW until I turned 13. My sister and myself
lived with my Mother and my Grandmother in my Grandmother's terrace
house and we went to boarding school in the Blue Mountains, Katoomba,
NSW. Neither Joan or myself were allowed to play in the street however
we were permitted to go to Centennial Park but "never talk to
strangers". How strange back then when children were permitted to go to
the Park as today it would be most dangerous. The park is 360 hectares
and was a great place to learn to drive and also wash the car and
picnic. My mother learned to drive there which was less hair raising than when Joan and I had to sit in the back seat and she would drive to my Aunt and Uncle's home in Waverly.
My grandmother (Mum to us girls) let rooms in her Terrace house. Mum had her bedroom at the front of the house, ground floor. John (her son who is 10 yrs older than me) had his bedroom in what would have been the lounge room in former (and later days) and partitioned to make it a private room. Then we had Sergeant Ware, a copper at the local police station in Woolarah had a bedroom on the 1st floor. We also had Mrs Smith who was a bit of a worry and tended to drink somewhat on the first floor also. My mother, Joan and myself shared the front large bedroom, which had a balcony kitchen on the first floor.
There was a bathroom with a penny heater for hot water. Years later when I moved back as a young married woman, Mum had saved jars of pennies and we still used them for the bath heater. Downstairs was an eat-in kitchen and a small room that was used as the family room. The kitchen was a sort of lean to addition and outside the kitchen door there was a strip to take you to the "back yard" which was probably the size of a bedroom. What helped to make the back yard so small was a lean to laundry, half of which contained a double cement sink and a copper (and later a washing machine). The other end of the lean to was stacked and stacked with items Mum figured were worth keeping and also tools as she was a real whizz at fixing things. In the backyard was a double pole held clothes line. Gosh I loved hanging washing on that lime and hoisting the pole up and then pulling the ropes that worked the pulleys ....
Also in the back was an outdoor dunny (toilet) with a wooden seat and a pull chain flush. As there was no toilet paper back then. Mum would get us girls, when we were home from boarding school, to cut newspaper into squares and thread them on a piece of heavy wire to hang in the toilet.
From the back yard was a gate to a walk only lane-way and sometimes going to the toilet was hairy as we were one street behind Oxford Street and the "Light Brigade" hotel and drunks might call in to use an outdoor toilet! No light in the toilet and many a time we would call on either Mum or my mother to come out as door was locked and nobody answering.
I remember when Mrs Smith moved out (no doubt after another night of her coming home drunk) and Mum was tidying out her room and the top hallway was lined with empty bottles. And these weren't just long-neck beer bottles but spirit bottles. Considering the only booze we saw in our house was when my bachelor Great Uncle Colin visited at Christmas and he brought home beer from the pub and on Christmas morning Mum would get him to bring home a Vegemite glass of brandy for the Brandy Sauce for the Christmas pudding, we were pretty shocked young girls to see this. I sort of missed Mrs Smith as once she gave me a ten shilling note to help her up the back stairs where she had fallen and couldn't get up to get upstairs to her room.
I recently did a Google and found 76 Gordon Street had been on the market and it sold for $1.5M!!!
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| Centennial Park |
My grandmother (Mum to us girls) let rooms in her Terrace house. Mum had her bedroom at the front of the house, ground floor. John (her son who is 10 yrs older than me) had his bedroom in what would have been the lounge room in former (and later days) and partitioned to make it a private room. Then we had Sergeant Ware, a copper at the local police station in Woolarah had a bedroom on the 1st floor. We also had Mrs Smith who was a bit of a worry and tended to drink somewhat on the first floor also. My mother, Joan and myself shared the front large bedroom, which had a balcony kitchen on the first floor.
There was a bathroom with a penny heater for hot water. Years later when I moved back as a young married woman, Mum had saved jars of pennies and we still used them for the bath heater. Downstairs was an eat-in kitchen and a small room that was used as the family room. The kitchen was a sort of lean to addition and outside the kitchen door there was a strip to take you to the "back yard" which was probably the size of a bedroom. What helped to make the back yard so small was a lean to laundry, half of which contained a double cement sink and a copper (and later a washing machine). The other end of the lean to was stacked and stacked with items Mum figured were worth keeping and also tools as she was a real whizz at fixing things. In the backyard was a double pole held clothes line. Gosh I loved hanging washing on that lime and hoisting the pole up and then pulling the ropes that worked the pulleys ....
Also in the back was an outdoor dunny (toilet) with a wooden seat and a pull chain flush. As there was no toilet paper back then. Mum would get us girls, when we were home from boarding school, to cut newspaper into squares and thread them on a piece of heavy wire to hang in the toilet.
From the back yard was a gate to a walk only lane-way and sometimes going to the toilet was hairy as we were one street behind Oxford Street and the "Light Brigade" hotel and drunks might call in to use an outdoor toilet! No light in the toilet and many a time we would call on either Mum or my mother to come out as door was locked and nobody answering.
I remember when Mrs Smith moved out (no doubt after another night of her coming home drunk) and Mum was tidying out her room and the top hallway was lined with empty bottles. And these weren't just long-neck beer bottles but spirit bottles. Considering the only booze we saw in our house was when my bachelor Great Uncle Colin visited at Christmas and he brought home beer from the pub and on Christmas morning Mum would get him to bring home a Vegemite glass of brandy for the Brandy Sauce for the Christmas pudding, we were pretty shocked young girls to see this. I sort of missed Mrs Smith as once she gave me a ten shilling note to help her up the back stairs where she had fallen and couldn't get up to get upstairs to her room.
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| 76 Gordon Street |
Some
afternoons, Mum would sit on the front verandah on top of the gas metre
box (in the corner by the window). Some afternoons she would shell peas
for our dinner and Joan and I would help. She said it would be better
if we whistled whilst shelling so we didn't eat the peas! Other times
we would just watch the world go by and talk about things that little
grand daughters talk to their Mum about. She was a great listener, my
Grandmother.
When we lived in the Terrace the whole strip of
4 were owned by one lady who rented them out. They were then all an
awful oxide red colour with peeling paint but in the 60's were becoming
very vogue and prices going up no end to live close to the city.
Saturday 2 March 2013
DON'T do Supaglue and Sew
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| My super screen door |
I have been doing a lot of embroidery sewing on my Janome 1100 today to make hand towels/wipers to put over your stove handles. Got through mega part of embroidery and then thought good time to fix this "screen door" I have that is so very dog friendly. In this photo you see my darling old Dog Jack (The Wonder Dog) who was 18 yrs old at this time and he knew how to walk in and out the door.
Anyway, my little Jack has gone to Rainbow Ridge and since then I have Jackie (The Princess Dog) and Darcy (The Dapper Dog) ....
Darcy is very, very active and he and Jackie play no end and he has a tendency to be a bit rough n tumble (which Jackie loves no end) and between them they tore the bottom strip off the screen door.
So me being a total whiz at repairing stuff got out the old super glue whilst I was doing machine embroidery. Fixed it....but got no end of super glue on my fingers and now cant thread the machine and do more sewing.
OH WELL, now off to watch telly and then to bed.
Friday 1 March 2013
Last of My Birthday Celebrations
Yesterday
ended up being pretty busy after all. Gave my house a jolly good clean
as it was well overdue. Jackie (The Princess Dog) sheds hair no end on
the carpet square in the Family/TV room and also the tiles get quite
dog haired coated.
My girlfriend Kay and her hubby, Bruce were going to visit later in the day and we were going to head out to dinner to celebrate my 65th. I headed over to Tea Tree Plaza (I hate going to big shopping malls) to buy a new mop head and also decided to get some ID disks for the Doggies. Hells Bells!!! they so flippin' expensive but forked out $33 for the 2, which included graving. My previous little Baby ... Jack (The Wonder Dog) never wore a collar but of course was always registered each year. Just having 2 dogs I figured if one ever got out of the yard the other is likely to follow.
Kay and Bruce arrived and she gave me Bryce Courtney "Jack of Diamonds" his last book. They also brought a lovely bottle of red from a friends vineyard, a 2008 Shiraz from McLaren Vale. We went to the Modbury Hotel and had a fantastic dinner. It was very busy at the pub and we hadn't made a booking but getting there early enough meant we got a table.
All in all, had a great day.
My girlfriend Kay and her hubby, Bruce were going to visit later in the day and we were going to head out to dinner to celebrate my 65th. I headed over to Tea Tree Plaza (I hate going to big shopping malls) to buy a new mop head and also decided to get some ID disks for the Doggies. Hells Bells!!! they so flippin' expensive but forked out $33 for the 2, which included graving. My previous little Baby ... Jack (The Wonder Dog) never wore a collar but of course was always registered each year. Just having 2 dogs I figured if one ever got out of the yard the other is likely to follow.
Kay and Bruce arrived and she gave me Bryce Courtney "Jack of Diamonds" his last book. They also brought a lovely bottle of red from a friends vineyard, a 2008 Shiraz from McLaren Vale. We went to the Modbury Hotel and had a fantastic dinner. It was very busy at the pub and we hadn't made a booking but getting there early enough meant we got a table.
All in all, had a great day.
Oh Darcy!!
This morning was pretty good insofar as when the alarm went off, I
managed to grab Jackie (the Princess Dog) prior to her jumping off the
bed which she tends to do the second she hears the iPhone go off. And after a little cuddle she settled down again, but bad news was
I then slept on for another hour. Oh well, not a busy day planned so
no worries.
But really bad news was when I walked down the hallway, there in the front hallway entrance was a very nasty calling card from Darcy (the Dapper Dog)!
Darcy has been here for just over 2 weeks and he may not have been an indoor dog the past 7 months but he is a very bright and alert little fella. I reckon he should be getting the gist of it now. Today I brought him up to the mess and growled at him and then took him outside and put him on the lawn. Hate growling at my Doggies but sometimes they call for it.
But now I have to ask myself - was it my fault he dirtied in the hallway? I slept on a further hour and maybe Darcy took that time to relieve himself. As I am partially deaf (and he light) I don't hear him jump down from the bed and then up again, whereas Jackie is too short to jump up onto the bed and has to be lifted up.
Rainfall
We were blessed with 7 mm of rain yesterday. Adelaide is the capital of South Australia and SA is classed as "the driest state in the driest continent" which actually isn't true as Antarctica is actually drier. But 7 mm is pretty good for us in February which is one of the hottest months we get.
But really bad news was when I walked down the hallway, there in the front hallway entrance was a very nasty calling card from Darcy (the Dapper Dog)!
Darcy has been here for just over 2 weeks and he may not have been an indoor dog the past 7 months but he is a very bright and alert little fella. I reckon he should be getting the gist of it now. Today I brought him up to the mess and growled at him and then took him outside and put him on the lawn. Hate growling at my Doggies but sometimes they call for it.
But now I have to ask myself - was it my fault he dirtied in the hallway? I slept on a further hour and maybe Darcy took that time to relieve himself. As I am partially deaf (and he light) I don't hear him jump down from the bed and then up again, whereas Jackie is too short to jump up onto the bed and has to be lifted up.
Rainfall
We were blessed with 7 mm of rain yesterday. Adelaide is the capital of South Australia and SA is classed as "the driest state in the driest continent" which actually isn't true as Antarctica is actually drier. But 7 mm is pretty good for us in February which is one of the hottest months we get.
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