I decided not to post a page this morning. Then after the milking and after I had started a new cheese, my daughter called from hot, hot Melbourne and said ..
I am waiting. I have been checking and checking. Where is todays post? I want to read it before I go out.
What time is it, I said.
Midnight. Oh. Well, there is nothing to see. I took a few shots yesterday, I said, but they are all so deadly dull.
And how will all your people really know what it is like if you hide the dull from them? Chimed in Our John.
You are not supposed to be listening to other peoples phone calls. I said. He went back to his paper.
I thought men could not hear a thing when they were reading the paper, my daughter whispered in my ear.
The only change I have today is that it is windy as well.
My daughter told me a story about some people in Aussie who, to escape the bush fires, evacuated themselves down to a beach. There they discovered that they were sharing their beach with a large number of kangaroos who had also designated the shore as a meeting point in case of fire.
Have a lovely day. And welcome back to work New Zealand. I am off to check and see if the cheese has set.