It has been raining off and on now for three days. Such a shame really as the weather before this was looking like the end of the cold wet season had arrived. Guess I was wrong!
Himself has been busy.
On Tuesday he drove back up to Perth to get the results of his skin biopsy (all clear) and to have a suspicious mole cut off his back. Not allowed to remove the dressing until Sunday so not sure how many stitches are under there. He was ok on Tuesday but by Wednesday morning the dressing was one big bloody mess! I have a nasty idea that he has popped at least one of those stitches.
Then on Wednesday he drove back to Perth and flew to Karratha to visit our taxation person and file our overdue tax returns. Two hours driving to Perth, two hours flying to Karratha, four hours on the ground and then two hours flying back to Perth and two hours driving back to Mandurah. A very long day. While I had wind and rain in camp he had sunshine and 34 in Karratha. Guess we know who had the best day. Just quietly I think he enjoyed the whole thing, it was a bit like his old working life of meetings, hire cars, plane trips, Business Class and the Qantas club!
The caravan park we are in backs onto a water view and lots of people walk their dogs around this area so I have a constant supply of puppies to watch. The variety is endless. As I type I have been watching a very small pooch trying to convince its human that this is not fit weather for man nor dog as they walk in the rain. It has been sitting down and refusing to walk even though the human has a giant sized umbrella that easily keeps both of them dry. Bless the human, he has been endlessly patient with his sulky pooch.
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