April...

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun. It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run. And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme. To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind. I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Jeeeezzzuzzz... it has been over 6 months since I have left the UK... oh how the time flies and nothing much changes. Still madly trying to decide what I want to do with my life. If I had a dollar for every brilliant idea that I came up with i'd be a millionaire. Unfortunately there seems to be so many that I just think myself into feeling overwhelmed with possibility.

Nursing home diaries... go to work the other day to find all the residents sitting around the table eating birthday cake. In hindsight the look on their faces wasn't awe of the beautiful birthday party but awe(kwardness). Everyone was trying to act seemingly delighted to be part of the celebrations of the resident who was fast asleep in his cloud chair; complete with a birthday cake hat skewed on top of his head. Meanwhile the 'activities co-ordinator' was calling out to him..... Gordon... it's your birthday.... wake up.... i need to take a photo.... It turns out he had been asleep the whole time... a birthday to remember....

Had my first netball match of the year... we lost by 2 goals unfortunately which was made all the worse by me having blisters on my feet about 2.5cm in diameter. Fortunately I medicated them well with Coopers Pale Ale despite telling everyone that I am now a non-binge drinker.. I guess these things take time to sink in. In true irresponsible young adult fashion my mother kindly picked me up... isn't it funny how things tend to regress at times. Cath this one is for you... leading up to the netball season we had some trial matches organised. A couple of Saturdays ago I had decided to be relatively sensible leading up to the trial match therefore only had 3 beers on the Friday night and went to see a movie (although I did have a curry which probably wasn't the best idea); Sat am warmed up with a hit of tennis; shaved my legs; strapped my ankles; so on and so forth. Arrived at netball fully kitted out in bodysuit only to be greeted by bewildered looks. "Ummm... why are you dressed in your bodysuit.....????" ..... "Don't we have a trial match...?" "No... it's just training...." ...

A lesson to be learned... always fill your car up with petrol when the gauge is flashing. Just got to work... after running out of petrol 20km out of Victor Harbor. When I noticed this about 3 km from home I probably should have turned around... Fortunately after leaving a message at work.. running to various rural farms to locate petrol, jumping fences in my work attire and new $350 boots I learned that I did not in fact have an 830am patient and had plenty of time to meander to work... agghhhh nothing like a good start to the day....