Tales from the Bush, Log Book 2

Day 2, Daph's Caf Log (Venus in Virgo)

After a quiet start in the moaning I mean morning, it turns into a mad day of packing, and hustling, and more packing.  The Godmother is ticking off her list like a whirling dervish.  I’ve been asked to heard and bathe the pygmies, ooops I mean kids before they are eventually shooed into The Godmothers huge batmobile, believe me it’s massive, fits all manner of clothes, bedding, food, scooters, boogie boards. you name it, the car’s swallowed it.  They finally depart, waving and honking.

I take the lovely smiling doggie out for a trot (we don't walk, we trot if you please). The roads goes at a steep gradient downhill, then a steep gradient uphill, then swerves off to the left, then a sharp right, blimey are we doing the hokey pokey here?  Anyhow, it's a good walk, I'm wheezing, doggie is panting and giving me the side stare as if to say, “come on, I got ya”, note to self, GET FITTER!  

Going down, little do you know I might be on roller blades!

Puff, puff, going UP!wheezee!

 After we've gulped down water, the dog and I that is, I head down the yard to close the coop, and the chickens... RUSH ME!  ACK!!!  The black one obviously the leader of the pack in the front of the charge, but I will not be outwitted by the evil cluckers!  I have my ammo handy and manage to hustle the rebellious ones inside and swing that coop door close with a flourish!  HAH, one for the city girl, zero for the "henny penny" gang! 

My Ammo!! I had a whole bucket full of em, he he he

Night falls, the house creaks and groans, the cicadas are making a ruckus, the dog is staring at me... ah right, snack time, for him, not me! I decide to hunker down and watch my favourite vampire series.  Uh maybe not such a good idea when you're ON YOUR OWN.  Head to bed, dog comes with me, thank goodness, restless night, where the bleedin heck is Morpheus?

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