Slothing and Dancing

Was a fine way to spend the weekend, my lovely mother lent me her car so woofer and I did an early morning beach run on Sunday and got to enjoy that amazingly beautiful tide-out, huge beach, shimmering flat water effect that is particular to early summer mornings.

We saw some women walking their horses (no ball throwing in evidence) and then woofer thought it would be a brilliant idea if he rolled in the sand till he was absolutely coated and tried to carry it all home.

The benefit concert at Point Walter was middling to poor in terms of talent and perfect in terms of lying about on a blanket snoozing on someone's leg doing absolutely nothing. The last band was bouncy, African and fun and lent itself to much dancing and bouncing around followed by limping and being carried.

Am sad I don't have the time to do African dance classes anymore and even more sad about the effect it had on my hip. Am reduced to limping and swearing I'll do my exercises. Really. I will.

R.I.P. Laser

A Finnish friend commented on the loss of my car..

Did you really hit a kangaroo? That's a very Australian way to lose your car. The next one you buy will become infested by wombats. Third stolen by rogue surfers. You should've reacted quickly and in the proper manner - run to buy a LOT of cooled boxes and a saw; cut the roo apart, send the meat to europe, buy a new car with the profit.