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in winter, very cold, very stupid

May your shade be sweet

Doesn't change

Here's a wrap up of my May and June in photographs.

Horse. Duh.

The following photos are from a recreation funeral thanks to the Victoriana society.There was a full procession, in Victorian dress, horses and carriage. It was stunning actually.

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Don't try it. It literally is seven hours, Neil wasn't lying. Plus, in our family every time lentil is mentioned, its mandotory to say 'heavy, heavy', which sort of puts you off after a while.

Two posts in one day, daring stuff, I would try a third but thats kind of sad. Instead I'll resort to drafting it on a note pad or staring at the computer screen thinking of possibilities. Oh the possibilities. I also suggest you all see 'Sunshine Cleaning'. Great, great, great yet very emotional. I ate a bar of chocolate due to the enormous tragedy of it, and because it was chocolate. Unfortunately this lead to me leaving the theatre with chocolate all over my face. And I mean all over. Everywhere, on my hands, arms, nose. This may explain why I saw it by myself. Hmm.....

Count air! Count wind!

Its a sad day when you're wondering, 'why is it so foggy' then after ten minutes you realise its your hot breath in the cold air. I realise I keep whining about how cold its been but it has been. Simply. That is all.

It's been a very good week, I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to my grandmother!

'What the hell is the girl thinking?'

So carrot cake in hand I ventured out with warm birthday wishes. The present I bought for my dear grandmother was one of them movable hands (you know the ones artists use? Like the bodies but not? Is this helping in any manner?). I intended to give it to her with the phrase, 'I thought I'd give you a hand', oh my! Stop that cunning humor! Unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, my joke went unnoticed. This was due to the fact that as soon as my gran, dear gran, opened the present she molded the hand into giving the finger. With this she gestured it around the room, scrunching her nose and baring her teeth, shouting, 'next time them charity people come...I'll show them', more gesturing ensues. Hopefully she liked it. I'm not entirely sure, though. I was slightly shocked to say the least.

Soon my mother turned up and three generations of women sat there and talked over many different topics including the Irish ('they're everywhere!' Who needs to worry about China taking over, its them Irish!' 'but that's alright, we like that Keating bloke don't we'), Y Gen ('Oh what lovely people they are...(my grandmother. Hence, rude gesturing perhaps?)), gingers ('2 percent of the world, did you know that? They're a dying breed!') and dogs ('it proceeded to multi-colour crap all over my lawn'). I know, what classy, intellectual people we are.

So heres a photo thing, I think this is March. But yes.

Have a good weekend. I will be getting significantly lost in the enormity that is Adelaide. Well, the lost part is true.

I just finished a supposed tourist article with, 'if your moral values need a boost, visit the Notre Dame de Paris'. What was I thinking?

(99 Days Obama!)- Sydney Trip

Well I am finally in my own, if not slightly messy, home. And despite having a fantastic time in Sydney over the past week, it feels good to be home. Its a tad cold but with a nice cuppa tea, a bad tourist jumper (Prague: Czech me out!) and a Thrills CD, its bearable on a very lovely level.

Sydney was amazing! I shall forever be thankful to the awesomeness that is Georgia B, whose laugh is truly contagious. With her ever hilarious guidance, I managed the Glebe markets, Manly Beach, the Opera House, the 'Coathanger', a dog show, the Archibald Prize and Contemporary Art. Thank you Georgia!

Prepare for a rather large amount of photos

Walking the 'Coathanger'. Har, har, har.

Mini association of NSW

SHOCK HORROR, DOG SHOW PICK UPS! Its all go at the Easter Show. On this same day

Sea gull chasing outside of the Opera House.

Thank you very kindly to the nice Germans! We are sorry for Georgia impressions of you later.

Attempt at straitening the fuzz of my hair. Half straight half curly, very in. Honestly.

Search for best falafel wrap ever continues at Glebe markets.

THANK YOU KN1!

There is my holiday, now imagine if I actually wrote that out, no one would read it! Well, no one read this stuff anyway, but hopefully one day such readers will exist. I shall try to disguise this post as a sourcing for my friends to get photos. That is what it is indeed.