Spent Sunday feeding cockatoos and rosellas up at Mt Dandenong. Lulu not impressed that a giant cockatoo bit her on the finger. Me not impressed when one bit me on the thumb. P smart and avoided the bird feeding process altogether, preferring to tell small boy that his toy sword was not a mallot, but a something-or-other of which I cannot remember correct name.
Stayed at Mum's place while she was down in Melbourne. H (the dog) pissed on floor twice. Preying there will be no tell-tale signs as lied when Dad asked if he lifted his leg in house.
Must face facts. No such thing as relaxing weekend away when small child in tow, no matter how adorable she may be.
D not preggers despite injecting herself with hormones and being inseminated with donated frozen sperm in hospital. Fertility is cruel, cruel business.
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