We are minding some goldfish for the week, I hope they survive it.
Chicken Little is obsessed with them.
Spend some time with little funny face Chicken Little, she’s a clown. Anyway you can’t be depressed or cranky or upset around her because she picks up on it and it makes her all worried and nervous.
Five places out of the whole big wide world.
Honestly, I’d be happy to just see more of Australia. Going to Perth is just about going to another country for me with it being a five-hour flight. There are so many beautiful, amazing places to see here that you could take a whole lifetime and still never see them all.
Trouble with travelling within Australia of course is that it’s prohibitively expensive which is why everyone from here goes to Bali or Thailand. Why have a weekend at The Whitsundays when you can have ten days in Asia for the same price – and what’s not to love about Asia – gorgeous beaches, delicious food, friendly locals and cheap shopping if you want it. Dodgy toilets in lots of places mind you but just work on your thigh muscles and you’ll be squating like a pro in no time.
I am a terrible traveller – after about ten hours on a plane I can understand why people go crazy and start trying to open doors and wrestle cabin crew. Last year we went on an excursion to the State Library on the train and I was like a cranky five-year old – are we nearly there yet, are we there yet, are there any snacks, is there a toilet, are we there yet??????????????????? See I thought we’d be on something like The Orient Express and I’d be able to wile away my three hours in a drinks carriage.
So five places hmmmm
1. Australia – lots of it. I can get a camper van and take Chicken Little with me – maybe my husband.
2. Vietnam – wanted to go there for a while now. I’d really like to go on a tour with Luke Nguyen and actually the tour people we went to Hong Kong with are talking to him at the moment about meeting up with the tour they’re doing later in the year to Vietnam – interesting. As long as he doesn’t want me to eat deep-fried bat or festy old raw eggs straight from the shell.
3. Hawaii – 50th birthday maybe??
4. Guernsey – because that’s where my dad was born and I’d like to see it. Not even thinking about that plane flight – 26 hours here or there. That is a helluva time on a plane or two.
5.Like to see Tahiti but of course that costs an arm and a leg. Mind you if Mum manages to get me on that boat trip from hell it goes via Tahaiti so I can knock two off the list at the one time.
Lots of places I’d like to visit but it won’t really bother me if I don’t see any of them. See I’m a home girl, I love being at home – I love being with my dog, I love being in my bed or my backyard, I love meeting my friends at the Pub things like that keep me happy. Thats why I like my holidays to be no longer than a week – after that time I’m over it and want to be at home.
Oh – I want to change 5 to China please. I was only there for a day but wow – what an interesting looking place – so much history there.
This is actually part one. She follows that beam of sunlight until after lunch. She starts on top of the lounge, moves onto the lounge then goes inter her bed on the floor. Them if someone is home we move the bed to the other side of the room for her otherwise it’s the floorboards. After lunch she moves into the office and catches the afternoon sun.
One thing about people – they never fail to disappoint me. I know there are a lot of good ones out there but the bad ones really fuck it up for me.
Some of you may remember our neighbours cat Casey who came to live with us a few years ago. Casey had lived happily with her owners for about five years until they bought two dogs who basically ran her out of home. So she started hanging out at our place which is two doors up and of course I started feeding her because I’m a sucker for any animal in need and we’ve been doing so for about, oh I don’t know, maybe four years.
In the beginning her owners felt bad about it so they used to buy the food but that stopped pretty quickly and I didn’t really mind and she settled in living out the front of the house because Betty was out the back.
So then of course I moved away but my daughter Lizzie has still been living there and she kept up the feeding job with a few extra perks I think such as Casey sleeping inside on cold nights and expensive tinned food.
Now we’re ready to sell that house and one of my major worries has been what to do with Casey. I wasn’t just going to pack up and leave her but I didn’t really want to move her. She’s about 10 now and settled but my main concern is that our new place is on two very busy roads and there are already a lot of cats in the back alley. I wouldn’t want her to have to move here and have to fight for her spot or get run over.
Lizzie said she would take her with her but the two apartments she has looked at are both Strata title with no pets allowed. So I said to daz that he should go and talk to the previous owners and see if they would start feeding her again, I mean she doesn’t ask for much and she’s never been unwell.
Well, they said that she wasn’t their cat and they weren’t going to feed her. They said that she was old anyway and she’d probably just die if we left her and then it wouldn’t be a problem. They said to just leave her and someone else might look after her.
Seriously people I felt like going around there and punching their heads in. Maybe I’m a softie but I’d rather be like that than be a hard faced nasty mean bitch and they’ll get their payback one day (I hope).
So the next step is to talk to the neighbour next to us and see if they’ll take her on. They’re animal lovers and Casey even went and lived with them for three months a couple of years ago. It was after I put a flea treatment on her – she hissed at me and ran away and wouldn’t talk to me for three months. We used to look over the fence at her and say – hello little pussy cat – in sweet voices and she’d hiss and snarl at us then lick her paws.
Sigh – if that doesn’t work, well she’ll just have to come here, I’m not just leaving her. I spent today talking to Chicken Little about it and telling her how nice it would be for her to have a new little friend, a little ginger girl who was unloved just like she was. She looked dubious.
It seems ridiculous that my major worry about moving is the neighbours cat, lol but she’s such a sweet girl and a little survivor.
I know I bitch about this ALL the time but I’m going to do it again anyway.
People who don’t keep their dogs on leads should be flogged. Especially people who have big dogs that they obviously have no control over not on leads. And the lazy bloody, whats he called again, oh Compliance Officer, should get his lazy arse out of his car every now and then and walk through the park instead of sitting up on the highway in his car and do the flogging for me.
Because I am sick of apologising or explaining Chicken Little’s behaviour when I shouldn’t even have to because I do walk her on a lead and keep her away from dogs because I know that even though she looks sweet, she’s really a big scary monster inside. And I shouldn’t have to pick her up because some stupid person thinks we want their stupid dog to come play with us. But I have to pick her up because I know she’ll attack said stupid dog and then that dog would probably/maybe attack back and it would be Chicken who would end up hurt because she’s not really a scary monster she’s a mini foxy with a bad attitude.
You know who are just as bad? Those people who walk their dog on a long, long lead and they let them come right up to you. Just because I have a dog it doesn’t mean I want anything to do with your dog.
And while I’m at it, what kind of idiot lets a German Shepard run around on the loose in a kids playground. I know they’d say – oh he wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’s gentle, he loves kids yadda yadda yadda and well he might but I know for sure that if I had my toddlers playing at a kids park that I wouldn’t want an alsatian running amongst them.
Don’t even get me started on the Rottweiler that scared the shit out of me the other day when I saw it coming towards us being walked by a girl who clearly had no control over it. Chicken of course thinks she’s a Rottweiler so she was getting pumped but she’s funny because if you pick her up and put your hand over her eyes she just walks past and doesn’t make a sound and doesn’t even try to look around or get away. I’m thinking of buying her a set of blinkers.
She’s getting ready for winter.