Well as a matter of fact, yesterday was; as what is now be coming my usual practice, I started this yesterday; which on reflection, makes it even more amazing that I’ve come this far. It’s normally quite a bit longer, when I think about it, normally it’s days.
Utterly confused now? Good! Welcome to the Clan; speaking of which I might just do that! 😈
Yesterday morning at 10 past 6, going by my clock, that I had not adjusted for ‘Daylight Saving Time, which had commenced at some ridiculous time, on Sunday morning; Coco came and demanded his breakfast. It was actually 10 past 7, and I had fooled him completely. Who says that Coco is smarter than I, now?
After golloping down his tucker in short order, I opened the back door for him. He likes to go check out his territory; and then at is command, one sharp bark, I opened the front door so he could go let the whole street know that he’s up, by barking at absolutely nothing. Sometimes I think he is quite a silly dog!
Coco also takes the opportunity, of dropping some ballast, as the delightful Kate Shrewsday puts it about her dog Macauley, a most delightful dog; which I hasten to pick up, Coco’s droppings, not Macauley. Can’t having him befouling the War Offices garden.
And what a glorious morning it happened to be; the sun beaming down upon us, barely a breeze to stir the air, perfect. I decided that the place to be was the park at Blackwattle Bay. Where else?
I immediately informed the W.O., hopped into the shower, feeling in fine fettle, showered shampoo’d, to hell with a shave,. Dressed in shorts and light top, I was advised to wear a light jumper, so I did. Turns out I didn’t need it but better than arguing on such a fine morning, bundled Coco into the car and off we went.
Blackwattle Bay is, without doubt, one of my favourite places, not only in Sydney but Australia;
I absolutely love it, I do think that when the Uni at the Gong finishes’ with me and cremate anything thats left. I’ll get someone to toss the box or whatever they come in off the ANZAC Bridge, into the Bay. What a fitting end. Tossed off a bridge! 🐻 🙂
During our romp around the park,we came upon a group of people going through some tortuous program, called I believe exercise. Not normally going there at this early hour, we hadn’t come across this group before, there is a group of ladies who are ‘hard’ at it, exercise that is, around 10 or 11, the time we usually get there, but their workout is nowhere near as strenuous as what we encountered yesterday.
After studiously watching these masochists for a few minutes; I said to their instructor, a rather large bloke with muscles on his muscles who was taking it easy, telling his mob what to do. “I’m in my 83 year and have never done a minutes exercise in my whole life and this mob look like they’re trying to kill themselves!” He said “you look pretty fit, nice and slim, out walking, that’s exercise”. I said ” Haven’t always been this slim, in fact I was quite rotund up until a couple of years back” ; he asked how come I’m slim now, and I told him that some bloke had chopped my stomach out and I’d lost 26 kg. He reckons that it obviously did some good, with which I heartily agreed. We shook hands and I toddled off, much to Coco’s relief. They were doing their thing underneath the arches; with apologies to Flanagan & Allen.
Tomorrow morning, Coco is in for a shock; off to Orange Dogs for his beauty treatment; where the lovely Corinne will make him the handsomest dog in Annandale, probably all of Sydney, if truth be told! 😀
I’ll spare you an update on the “Clan”, mentioned at the start of this ramble; I did watch episode 3 of “Outlander” last night, not much else on to watch; and things are getting complicated amongst the lads & lassies. Perhaps later.