COOLUP: “Ah, those were the days, Brownes Dairy, the cheese, the metal milk cans, the smell of cow poo, old Bunbury Road…” recalls Payton L. Inkletter

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

In other news…

26^th May 2009:

Tuesday: By some miracle the mobble did not ring, and so I managed to stay sleeping until a bit after three in the afternoon, needing every minute of it, yet feeling little better for the nine hours. The house was as silent as a tomb without the irritable dirigible, but that has its advantages too!

Where has all that lovely rain gone? Be that as it may, I eventually teased enough life into myself to venture outdoors, back doors to be precise, and tend to some jobs left for days, such as feeding kitchen scraps to the worms, and sorting out some of the mountain of recyclables I have accumulated over a very long period of time.

Almost dark, I charged inside to shower, just as the phone rang, and it was none other than the frilly-knickered lizard, brimming with news from Balingup. As I had teed up with Pa pree to take him to the local shops about six, and considering that lack of punctuality is considered a capital offense, I had to cut short the chat with my darling, and jump into the shower, then rush around to pick up the erratic artefact. I left his evening meal in his place, then we called first at Umple Dais’ to check his mail, and send a cursory eye around to see that all was well. The Umples himself phoned me on the mobble earlier from Thailand to let me know he was still in the land of the living.

I waited at the local Dewsons’ carpark while Pa pree got some supplies, then returned to his place where I installed the Olympus camera program on his computer. I returned to our place just after My Beloved had started, and I got my frozen meals that the erotic Eskimo had made for me heating. I stayed on for Kerry O’Brien’s interview with Community Services Minister Jenny Macklin, then Foreign Correspondent, with the report ‘Detroit: Ain't Too Proud to Beg’ by Tracy Bowden. What a pity it has come to this, thanks to the idiots and delinquents running the U.S.A. car companies these past decades, who couldn’t see writing on the wall if it was branded on their foreheads.

I stayed where I was and then watched my recording of Jenny Brockie’s Insight report ‘Doctors and Drugs’, which was a very good look into the relationship between the pharmaceutical companies and doctors. I came back, after a more leisurely phone chat with the erogenous ermine in Balingup, who needs droogs for blood pressure, not having taken enough with her, so I’ll mail more on Thursday, and some computer work, to watch Tony SilverToes Jones do his usually very good thing on Lateline, enjoying in particular his short interview with Stephen Long on the iron ore price reduction negotiated between Rio Tinto and Nippon Steel, as well as with the singular Minister who’s always wong, Penny Wong, in Paris, on the political argy-bargy surrounding the emissions trading scheme here in Australia.

Then I was treated to the wonderful Ali Moore and her Lateline Business program, who yet again dressed superbly and professionally for presenting.

I spent all night on and off doing catch up emails as well as a dual posting on this site, between dealing with my usual health issues, and bits and pieces of cleaning up around the house since the bedlam of last week’s frenzy in preparation for the Balingup visit. When I say all night, I mean all night. I haven’t walked for ages, by the way, and I miss it, but I’ve got to find the energy from somewhere. I hit the lonely sack about half seven, the sun being up for a while.

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