I have migrated from my supersize room, to my 14 year old brothers den, which resembles more of a cave like environment. Tubs the Bearded Dragon is sitting on her stick waiting for me to turn my head and look at her. Poor thing is soo bored with no flies to catch or keen male eyes to fluster.
The reason I have braved the stinky teenagers pad, is because my room is no better. Christmas decorations, present wrappings and dozens craft projects has turned even the picture frames off centre. So what all good people in denial should do.. is close the door and open another one. Wow I am pleased with myself.
Well I leave you, as I sit here in discarded cherry pips, tangled in computer chords and reading:'Pocket History, Fame and Infamy' my Ed Wright. 14 year old boys stink!
Ps
I had to say something about the birds 'Migrating East'. Recently I found a baby Ibis taking a walk near my house ... in Carlingford. It had been lost from its flock which must have been flying from the inland wetlands. It had a broken wing and wonder around for more than a week. Every person who came in contact were repelled and hostile. I on the other hand streamed with love and tried to get it a home in the Chinese Gardens (Darling Harbor). I now know that
The Australian Bird and Bat Banding Scheme (ABBBS) are the ones to call.
Did you know: Despite their bad reputation with city folk, farmers praise the Ibis as one of their best backyard buddies. They believe the Ibis helps them control Australia's locust plagues. My Super heros!
