- Our new Sunday morning routine is getting up just after 6am and heading out to surf (well, I head out to walk on the beach, leaving the surfing to T...). Just a few weeks ago we were getting up in the dark, but now that spring is in the air the views from our windows are just magical, and any doubts about getting up so early soon disappear.
- Our front path was finally finished last week:
- But we do not have it back to ourselves, as now the painters are here - for the next eight weeks...
On Wednesday he found he could get through to next doors' balcony. Luckily our lovely neighbour likes cats, and doesn't mind one bit about her new visitor. However, they put scaffolding up on her side of the building yesterday, and I hadn't realized. T and I ate supper, and I went onto our balcony to call Albie in.
I peered around the column which separates the two balconies and, to my horror, saw the scaffolding and a nice little plank pathway to freedom...!
T and I frantically scoured the neighbourhood for the next hour and a half in the dark, calling away; but no Albie.
This was his first time outside in Australia, in a strange place, with strange noises...I was starting to fear the worse.
We returned home and stood at the top of our path wondering what to do next.
I gave one last call...
...and got a reply!
Albie was in the garden to the house next to ours, pretty freaked out, and very pleased to see us.
As were we to see him!
- T and I did have a Scooby-Doo and Shaggy moment whilst looking for him when walking down one road in the dark. We had a torch on our phone to look out for spiders, and for the most part walking in road rather than on the sidewalk, but avoiding a car we went on the sidewalk. Walking under a tree, something scuttled along the branch above us. In that split second, we ran into each other, before managing to run actually away from the scary thing. Which was probably just a possum...
- Moving on from that embarrassing incident...There is a garden we often walk past on the way to the shops and gym; bursting with Bluebells and Forget-me-nots it reminds me of my wedding bouquet. (There are more Bluebells than the picture suggests, but someones dog appeared to have sat in the middle of the patch of flowers and squashed them.)