Who are we to say what you should and should not eat when you wake up? I mean, there have been times when I've had a leftover Vindaloo in the morning - never the best for the gut or the toilet, but it helps expedite things from the previous night. But Aibhe has taken to requesting, sorry, demanding, a handful of frozen peas when she opens the freezer door first thing in the morning. She of the never ending snotty nose. She of the beetle obsessions. She of the 5 am starts. While the approach of summer means rising temperatures, it also means the f&cking birds start off their morning concert earlier and earlier. Can't really chop anymore trees down at this point, so its back to trying to get my hands on an air gun.Ye might remember a while back I mentioned the new English neighbour, "buttercup" as we called her. Well, she has disappeared. Nobody in the house for almost 2 months now and the back garden shows it. Alissa has actually called the cops with what I assume becomes a missing persons report, but we've heard nothing back. All very strange, given her car is still there, mind you the worrying thing is that an overgrown unkempt garden is a breeding ground for snakes. Nice.
We all paid a visit to Lone Pine Sanctuary yesterday, only 10 minutes drive from us. It's a mini-zoo type thing, with a heavy concentration on Koala bears. Kindov means the place stinks of stale p&ss most of the way round, but of course the little stoned bears themselves are all very cute. Mind you much of the initial excitement was around the lizards and bush turkeys (gobble gobble) freely wandering around, which really, ye could see anywhere. Aibhe and Stella (Bec's little girl) befriended a couple of kangaroos when we went into the 'roo reserve and within seconds, each had developed their proprietry instincts and "owned" a little marsupial of their own. Thus followed cries of "myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyne" and tears when the creatures dared to bounce away a little. S
tella showed her early loyalty traits by following and standing still as a post right beside her new found pet for about 10 minutes, probably 20 or 30 yards away from where we were.Oh and we fed a sheep. How terribly Australian.
I won't mention my golf.
The Virgin Blue annual birthday bash passed off successfully again last weekend - Las Vegas themed and all very well put together. Tell ye what though, for a single male (regardless of orientation) on the trail of a little eye candy and maybe some action, THAT was the place to be. All our trollie dollies (male and female!) were out in force and bedecked in whatever pieces of string they could lay their hands on. The one thing that became very transparant though, aside from some items of clothing, was the bloody ridiculous taxi situation in the city on a weekend night. I thought Dublin was bad. At least if all comes to all, ye can get the nightlink home. Here, people wait for hours in taxi-lines hoping and hoping that they bother their a%se coming back into to the city. Certainly does put a dampner on a night, and talking to people at work about it all - they pretty much say they avoid the city at weekends because of the taxi situation. Bit of pity given the activity, though, at this stage of our lives, why should we care? It's not like it's actually a relevant problem.
