Welcome back, Beatrice!

A jacaranda in flower, in early summer. Purple flowers carpet the ground like snow.

We call it Mauvember!

Ohhhh
the dream is real?

Happy Caturday, Gonzo, you are a sunbeam on this cold, rainy morning.

Depends on the business
I mean ... US health insurance ....

Joy!
I tried knitting in lockdown, but it didn't stick. I hope your socks make friends!

I sprained my eyeballs, rolling them so hard.

Sunrise over a side fence, bright oranges and pinks blending to the pale blue-grey sky, with neighbours' sheds and rooves, framed by a jacaranda tree on the left.

#SundaySunrise
Sunday sunrise over the henhouse.

It's one perfect moment in time. Friends optional.

I've seen those too, but ... Trey ... a cube which melts into a sphere!

I've seen gadgets that make perfectly clear ice, and force myself to not buy them. If there were one which melted a cube into a sphere I would lose my whole damn mind.

*whisper-kisses your forehead*

I had a mouthful of (non-chilled) drink and nearly choked! 🍷

Oh Will.

I ... would buy this.

They're as appealing as those AI feet. 🤢

Because the US govt is trying to drive the US postal service into the ground, leaving only private companies ... and a massive pension fund to plunder.

Thank you!

Oh, how lovely.
I shall think of that if I hear/dream scrabbling, thank you.

Did you bite his feet?

Hoses probably all look the same too.
The funny part is every tradie gets really upset when someone else uses their equipment, but relentlessly use other people's equipment themselves!
And that shovels come in pink.

It has happened so many times now I dream of it, and am not sure if it's a real rodent or a dream one.

I think they were all honest mistakes. My electrician took to writing my name on all my stuff, and my builder bought me some pink tools. No-one took the pink ones!

I feel like I've found my People. The cats are bringing something in every night. There's currently a mouse/rat (both? combo??) up the curtains in my bedroom.

Already? That was not enough mac and cheese!

Shouldn't weavers be weaving their banner, not painting it?

Aie, I lost all my garden hoses to tradies, and at least three tape measures.

I stand on a step-ladder and lower the washing basket over the fence, holding by one handle. Cat walks into it, is lifted up and over, cuddles ensue.

You could have dribbled on her, for punctuation.

Water softener for their spa baths.