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The monumental birthday has been celebrated. I debate the usefulness of this blog. 

I also debate the usefulness of Facebook, but am loathe to fully depart from it.

This photo has absolutely nothing to do with the post, but I like it. 
. No one posts a real status anymore. 

I used to bemoan the fact that my inbox was full of jokes from my auntie. Now my inbox is full of sales info for things I don't need. I miss my auntie's stupid jokes. 

I can't remember the last time I got a real letter. 

On the plus side, Frank & Lucy still amuse. The Man is still a gem and The Boy (who is no longer a boy, but a man fully grown) now has a real job. 

Every night I set out my clothes for the next day. As I packed my bag this morning, I realised that, based on my wardrobe choices this week, I could easily be mistaken for a widow from .
Time for a wardrobe reboot.

Rabbit Rescue

Yesterday I set off to walk the Hounds. As I got to the park I spotted what I thought was a plastic grocery bag in the gutter in front of a storm drain.

As I grew closer I realised it was a rabbit. She (the Rabbit) sat there - staring at me. Nerves of steel, that one as I had two Hounds straining at the leash, one of said Hounds is a greyhound, and has rabbit chasing embedded in her dna. 

Closer still, and it dawned on me that there was a herd of rabbits in the play area. I immediately rang The Husband to assist in the bunny rescue. Feral cats abound in our neck of suburbia, along with native birds who would love to munch on some tender young bunny. For those of you who love a bit of a lie in over the holdays you will appreciate The Husband's sacrifice of being dragged from the house at the ungodly hour of 6:15 am willingness to assist.

Husband arrived on the scene bearing towels and bunny sacks. The hounds were securely tied to a fence post and we chased rabbits around the playground like two lunatics - the husband managed to knock his head on the monkey bars. One small bunny escaped under a fence, one was dead and the other three safely placed in a sack to be delivered to the local vet hospital later in the day. 

We are bunny heros. 

(if you squint, you can see Mama B here)

 

Words of Wisdom

Frank gave his Christmas Day Speech. He spoke of loving each other, and remembering those who are no longer with us. 

He is a wise one, our Frank.