It’s a bit nippy. So the kittens are sheltering from the elements in daddy’s office.

It’s a bit nippy. So the kittens are sheltering from the elements in daddy’s office.

We have managed to escape the Eternal Covid Prison (aka New Zealand) for a brief trip to Far North Queensland. It’s rather nice. We are making plans to move here immediately, if not sooner.
Also, it’s Princess Wandacakes’ tenth birthday! Happy birthday Princess Wandacakes!














How true.
What a good girl.




Lord Viking had his tenth birthday a few days ago. Now he’s all “you can’t tell me what to do, food pourer!” and “I’m an adult now so nyah!”
He took the opportunity this afternoon to be all ginger and tough on the driveway.
“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” he yelled at the American Quail that passed by.
Seriously, he did.











I
The moving sun-shapes on the spray,
The sparkles where the brook was flowing,
Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,
These were the things we wished would stay;
But they were going.
II
Seasons of blankness as of snow,
The silent bleed of a world decaying,
The moan of multitudes in woe,
These were the things we wished would go;
But they were staying.
III
Then we looked closelier at Time,
And saw his ghostly arms revolving
To sweep off woeful things with prime,
Things sinister with things sublime
Alike dissolving.
Thomas Hardy
Lord Viking and Princess Wandacakes had a lovely time in the garden. Nothing like the smell of fresh wood chips! Sniff!























