Saturday-Sunday, Bondi Beach.
Monday-Friday, the city academy.
Alone all day for the whole week, The Dog gets cross and starts to throw [minor] tantrums.
Friday night, St Mary's Cathedral.
Saturday, Darling Harbour.
The Dog has had time to reconsider and starts to cheer up! She realises life with just her and The Cushion might not be so sucky after all.
After 7 days of [some] training and [a few] games, my left knee finally gives way on Friday night.
Apart from that, I survive the grading without incident! as did The Cushion and The Dog! Hallelujah!
I don't want to bore you with explanations of what we did. But if any of the stuff you see here looks weird and/or interesting and you'd like to know what it's about, please ask! :)
Normal programming should resume shortly.
"Bummer Cushion. Looks like The Typist is home again."