Party invites are out! If you haven’t got yours yet, email me (everyone is invited) and I’ll resend.
P.S. I sent the email from Andrew’s account – but since he is moving and his internet account is being shut down, any replies will bounce. Please RSVP to ME, or to Andrew’s new address – thing AT duttcom DOT com
Not much to blog about at Merrylands Manor. Housewarming invitations should be out this week, and I am still struggling with trying to get the last of the house unpacked. Two things are impeding me, 1) we’ve run out of storage. Mark has just bought some new bookshelves, so I can finally unpack my books, many of which were put into boxes more than a decade ago. And I have to talk to builders about getting a built in wardrobe put in the bedroom, so we can put away the rest of the linen and clothes.
And 2) my complete lack of any drive whatsoever.
Ampersands blankie is nearly done, I am on the last row of plain before the cast off, but have run out of yarn. I think I can drag myself off to Spotlight this morning, and pick up a final ball.
First, Bronwyn Bishop hands down a report recommending that children of drug addicted parents should be adopted out.
No counselling, harm minimisation, or even foster care. No. ADOPTION.
And of course, this doesn’t cover alcoholics, because even though many more children are affected by alcohol, alcohol is LEGAL.
And that is pretty bad, because our current government is likely to follow the recommendations of the report. IF we re-elect the bastards, and don’t take control of the senate away from them.
But even worse.
Morris Iemma wants to kick you out of public housing if you break the law.
Great – imagine you don’t open your mail, don’t pay a parking fine, have your licence suspended, and get caught driving without a licence. Not only do you have to go to court, YOU LOSE YOUR HOME.
And let’s face it – a lot of people in public housing aren’t there because they like the luxury – more likely they aren’t living a life of luxury, privilege, and high end coping skills.
Chances are, if you don’t cope well with life, you might end up needing public housing. You might even try an illicit substance. And if you’ve got kids, you’ll be out of a house and out of a family – all because you’re the sort of person that Bronwyn Bishop doesn’t want to sit next to on the bus.
I suppose I should be glad I am breeding, so there is one more sane person to fight the good fight.
A slightly too early start followed by tea and scones with knitters (and a very special bunny), then home to watch the first DVD of my new Voyager box set.
And now this…
Thanks to Fabulon once more – every day is better with a touch of fabulous.
According to Dr. Pepperberg, the final time she saw Alex on Thursday September 6. They went through their goodnight routine in which she told him it was time to go in the cage. She recalls that Alex said “You be good. I love you.” She responded, “I love you, too.” He said “You’ll be in tomorrow,” and she responded, “Yes, I’ll be in tomorrow.”
Wikipedia Article here.
Watch the video for some adorable bunny action 🙂