Because I misread the timetable, and waited 3 long, hot hours in Ballarat for the next bus…
Curmudgeonly is how I (and nearly everyone else) feels after over a week of over 30c..(86 F and up)
Speaking of which, it feels like we live ‘Up On The Sun’
I turned 57 last week. What more can I say?
Although I did celebrate by seeing Dinosaur Jr the night before I waited forthat bus, and , pure joy, they played “Feel the Pain”
Well, who says you can’t teach an old person new tricks! Thanks Daily Post!
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Very clever! Should I give you a pat on the head and a cookie, for learning a new trick? I still feel a little annoyed that I had no idea what curmudgeon meant when that’s what you named my poor bald guinea-piggle! Even if it was a rather apt name based on appearance, he was a very nice little boy!
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I’d forgotten the guinea pig, and yes, I do think I’ve earned a cookie!
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