Its tiddling down.has been for past two days, the Topsy turvy weather patterns continue making out door scheduling unpredictable. Seven weeks back a sunny 32 Cel and that was winter, indoors at the moment it Say's 17Cel; but outside I'm not sure more than likely cooler with a s/w wind a-blowing fiercely, I shall not bother to check it out.
Cockies (farmers) are still griping about water allocations from the river systems in inland NSW although the drought of three years has been official declared over with joyful aplomb from those benefiting, but sadly some of these people are going from famine to floods with more rain yet to come,several weirs across each river would stall the maximum of the river water entering coastal deltas, "too costly"say some and not needed at the present time say others, life is a gamble on the land and a way of life for some, the hardy.
Friday the intermittent throbbing in my the right side of my fore head became unreal plus with tightness in my face and neck, it had subsided after waiting in the emergency dept at Wyong hospital for over four hours. with a cynical Doctor unconvinced of my predicament I was sent packing with the info that I was to take pain killers. I have opened the the letter he typed for my equally inane Quack, it contained similar suggestions that had been conveyed to me, the Tacky message containing six spelling mistakes and joined words reminded of my GP's letter to the Neurologist I shall see in 21days from now;?. Surely, these medical blokes are likely to blunder with their prognosis if they are incompetent with the written word, even more vague would be the opinion from the only local doc who speaks pidgin in monosyllables, whose main interest in the patient is milking another fifty buck consultation fee.
Back from lunch. good news the sun has appeared and the rain has stopped. The birds are back on the shed roof, we must be the only source of bird freebies in the area.
Yesterday Sunday we received two more messages from Prodigal son, him with the charisma of a wet cat , despite my leanings and his teachings, his utterances on the sabbath are to be deplored. " Son You can't have more" , my money machine is deceased. and your tough demeanor is unwarranted, as long as your present attitude to your parents and siblings remain your pleas will fall on deaf ears.The saga will no doubt continue.
Rosemary has returned from her shopping just a five minute walk away and is now hanging washing on the hills hoist now the rain has stopped and a fair breeze ablowing and I must remove my backside from this seat and get some walking time in.
Christopher's health is improving and would improve more if he moved more and smoked less, it doesn't make sense to me why intelligent people knowingly allow themselves to self destruct.
Thank you those friends and relatives who have found time to communicate recently your bonding is appreciated. that's all for now, back later. love you all Vest Daily Gaggle.
BTW. Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your pet parrot to the town gossip.
Monday, 25 October 2010
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