In the clear light of day

I have been up since 3am. I couldn't sleep the whole night. I tossed and turned about the job. At 4am I started to talk through the options with my somnambulent other half. By daybreak I'd decided I'd have to decline the offer. The bottom line was the hours and the travel time. It would take two lots of public transport to get there and back, turning an eight hour day into a 10 hour day. 8 of these hours would be standing up (the workroom has no chairs). Three nights a week I would get home around 9pm

Reality check, I am no longer 25.

I'm back in the ranks of the unemployed.

Oh my goodness!

I got the job!

Don't tell the Petunia Police, as I was really nervous, and didn't do a very good job of my interview bouquet. BUT the good news is the Boss is a delightful, grace filled lady, who knows I am still wearing my "L" plates, and she is willing to give me my first break.

I'm terrified and need to go and lie down.

Of bugs and blooms

The anonymous virus that has chomped on my intestines for 2 weeks appears to have packed its bags and moved on to pastures new. Thank goodness! I have the strength of a recycled lettuce, which is a pity, as today I have a JOB INTERVIEW!
A very large supermarket in the city has just been refurbished and needs more florists. I haven't done much carnation wresting recently, so I'm not convinced I can get the job.
Watch this space.

Cat in a tree

I don't often get the chance to boast about my friends, but here is one, not the cat, but the chap who caught her on film in Zimbabwe.
He currently lives in the Republic of Georgia. Check out his site for extraordinary photography:

www.geosynchronicity.blogspot.com

Sick Central

I feel sorry for doctors. They have people like me walking into their surgery, pointing at bits of their body and complaining of hurting.
“I feel sick all the time and I have sharp pains here”, “It feels like I have a migraine in my intestines” etc, etc.
Eight days after originally going to the doctor, one course of antibiotics and a plethora of tests later, I still have a migraine in my intestines and constant nausea.
The doctor is just eliminating the obvious first. I am grateful not to have kidney disease or coeliacs or to have a rampant infection in my appendix. But something is up Guv’nor!
Now, in defence of the Doc, the human body is a mysterious, miraculous, extraordinary part of creation, and he has several tomes of anatomy and physiology to flick through in his brain before coming up with a diagnosis.
The one I eventually got was “You have a virus”. So gazillions of my internal bits and pieces are being attacked by an anonymous nasty.
But I would like at this point to inject some perspective. I read something fascinating yesterday in a book on feline health (one of our mogs is under the weather too). A cat boasts 67 million olefactory cells around its body. Meaning I suppose that it can sniff and sense with a large proportion of its body. Now imagine the 67 million were wiped out with a virus. Otto wouldn’t be able to find his supper.
Now there IS a disaster.
Sick as I am, I at least know where the box of cornflakes can be found!

Caption please

Photo taken at a local show farm on the North Island. I'd love to have your captions.

Katz - the other musical