Spring hasn’t quite sprung just yet but I can sense it, I know its on the way. You’ll have to get up pretty early in the morning to catch me out. Which I was, up early, today. I literally had to drag myself out today, too much wine makes me poorly and as I stood weakly in front of the kettle waiting for it to boil I felt wretched.

The Hattie dog is finding her feet somewhat; the running with a stick game, which was pioneered by Misty, is being totally crashed by the young pretender; venturing closer and closer to the continually growling not at all scary Misty.

I went to work, took the kids to footy and climbing, cooked. Nothing else of note occurred, and then I went to bed.