Life in St Arnaud
It's 6.30pm. 25 degrees,and big solid cloud.
Flynn is sound asleep out on the seat.
Flynn is sound asleep out on the seat.
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Greetings from the land down under. 
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Alreet then.
Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. We had to go to Bendigo for Doctor's appointments, or more honestly, for me to get the Dr to write me another script for pain killers. I use the odd one or two these days.
We stopped at the big hardware store to get some bits and pieces. I was putting a bag of potting mix in the boot when a gust of wind blew the lid down on my head.
BANG!
Blood everywhere, people appearing from all over the place.....For those who have never had a decent whack in the scalp, it bleeds like a stuck pig.
Got that sorted out, thanks to the staff with a first aid kit and a nurse who happened to be shopping. I assured them I was okay, had bigger hits than that.
We went and did the grocery shopping, I was starting to feel a bit average, but kept that to myself.
I have borrowed a hen off D. Cox tp pair to the W/F Thone'. So we swung out there and got her. Drove home the 110 km, or 70 miles in imperial measurements, and was feeling okay. Which should have been a warning.
I fed and watered the hen in the box and let her sit while we unloaded the car then put her in the loft, whereupon the Billion baby tried to kill it.
So I had to chase it around and catch it and put it in the shed for the night.
We had our dinner and I had a shower up to my neck and went to bed. The concussion started to kick in about then. It's amazing how you can still function for a long time after a bang on the head. I was a rambling mess and Catherine was upset so things were just ordinary.
Today I have got better all day long. I've got a big gark on the top of my head and a massive bruise. The wee hen is in the loft and settling in.
So it was a very temporary drama.
But it bloody hurt!
Yesterday was a bit of a disaster. We had to go to Bendigo for Doctor's appointments, or more honestly, for me to get the Dr to write me another script for pain killers. I use the odd one or two these days.
We stopped at the big hardware store to get some bits and pieces. I was putting a bag of potting mix in the boot when a gust of wind blew the lid down on my head.
BANG!
Blood everywhere, people appearing from all over the place.....For those who have never had a decent whack in the scalp, it bleeds like a stuck pig.
Got that sorted out, thanks to the staff with a first aid kit and a nurse who happened to be shopping. I assured them I was okay, had bigger hits than that.
We went and did the grocery shopping, I was starting to feel a bit average, but kept that to myself.
I have borrowed a hen off D. Cox tp pair to the W/F Thone'. So we swung out there and got her. Drove home the 110 km, or 70 miles in imperial measurements, and was feeling okay. Which should have been a warning.
I fed and watered the hen in the box and let her sit while we unloaded the car then put her in the loft, whereupon the Billion baby tried to kill it.
So I had to chase it around and catch it and put it in the shed for the night.
We had our dinner and I had a shower up to my neck and went to bed. The concussion started to kick in about then. It's amazing how you can still function for a long time after a bang on the head. I was a rambling mess and Catherine was upset so things were just ordinary.
Today I have got better all day long. I've got a big gark on the top of my head and a massive bruise. The wee hen is in the loft and settling in.
So it was a very temporary drama.
But it bloody hurt!
Greetings from the land down under.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for verily, he shall not be disappointed.