When I was little I used to love spiders - yes, love. I remember being so excited going to the local wildlife park as you got to hold a tarantula. Here in Australia, my love for the eight-legged creatures has turned into one of fear; not quite sure which are harmless, and which can give you a nasty bite. I don't know whether it's spider season, but there seems to be quite a few just hanging around...
Work was the order of the weekend, for both of us, but we did manage to escape for a couple of hours and walk to Cremorne Point:
I have had a stinking cold, so no swimming at Balmoral this week. But that's OK, as the weather wasn't too inviting most mornings...
You can guarantee pets will embarrass you. Our landlord visited the apartment, accompanied by the property manager. Albie walked over and sniffed the property manager's leg. Then licked it. And continued to lick it. I rushed to pull him off her, both of us a little embarrassed, Albie on the other hand was wriggling to get back to that tasty leg...
Talking of his furry-ness... after a week or so of being too frightened of the birds to venture onto the balcony without T or I present (we think there must have been a bird-Albie incident, and one not to Albie's advantage...), the boy is firmly back to entering stand-offs with his feathered 'friends'. The huge birds seem to love taunting him, popping their heads over the side of the roof and staring at him; knowing full well he could never reach them, and if he did indeed come into contact with one of them, they would come off better.