Happy
Fathers’ Day to all of you celebrating today. Wes & Bilbo have gone off to
Sunday breakfast after pumping water at Leitches Creek & buying up on fruit
& vegetables at the Sunday Market.
I’ve spent
the week in bed trying to shake off this germ, which turned into bronchitis
& is proving very obstinate indeed. However, yesterday when I woke, I felt
as though I had my brain back again, and that is usually a reliable sign that
the worst is over. I’ve managed a few hours up most days & am hoping that
continues.
Wes has
been wonderful, as usual, and managed to provide interesting & tempting
meals, as well as lots of treats. He has had to do the dog-walking, shopping,
cooking & cleaning, as well as gardening & keeping in touch with
friends & family. Our dishwasher managed to lock itself the other day, and,
as it is under warranty, we are waiting for Asco to contact our local Mr Fixit,
Kiyo, and authorise him to come out & fix it.
Yesterday
I missed out on a special breakfast with Louisa Mitchell & her fiancé,
Dean, at Boathouse Daylesford. We have known Louisa since she was quite small
& used to come to Blairgowrie on holidays with her parents, Pam & Pete.
Wes affectionately named her ‘Pirate’ and we both think of her still as that
bold sea adventurer.
In the
afternoon, we had been invited to attend a ‘Guide Dog Graduation Ceremony’ at
Guide Dogs Victoria & we were both very sorry to have to miss that event. You
can never have too many Labradors to love!
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