ANOTHER LATE NIGHT INTO THE WEE HOURS OF MORN.

18th September and I'm burning the midnight oil again, it's now

1:02 AM and I'm here again writing my thoughts. Well yesterday

was wet cold and a bit miserable, it's still pelting down out there.

I have spent part of the day preparing my stories and poems for

our week long exibition that starts on Monday in Dandenong,

for the University of the third age. Not sure if anyone will want

to look at my ramblings but we all have to contribute to make

the show what it is. My lovely dog Henrietta got my cardigan off

the clothes line and virtually ate it yesterday. She is such a Miss

and so mischievious at times but we love her and she is a tad spoilt.

I had better go to bed because all to soon I will have to get up and

go to work, cleaning day again, boy that comes around quick smart.

I have to pick a bag of lemons for my friend who picks me up on

Mondays, mustn't forget. Okay I've had the gonk, so I bid you

good morning once again.

14:55 - Sunday, September 18, 2005 - post comment