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Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

It wasn’t me…


I was upstairs cleaning my teeth when I heard this god almighty crash under the house. I raced down, pj be-decked, toothbrush in hand, and opened up the downstairs. A big ornate Indonesian screen had fallen on Patrick, my car, and Roy, the possum who will not leave Chez Amarinda, was trying to look mighty innocent. I harangued him for several minutes but he refused to hang his head in shame – in fact he fell asleep. Nocturnes – they always have an out.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

Sunday, 26 September 2010

I am normally scary...


Day god-knows-what in possum watch…I don’t know why but I don’t appear to be inspiring awe or fear - you know due to me being a competent, smart, all powerful human being - in the possum…sigh…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Wild bloody kingdom…

What is it with possums and Chez Amarinda? They love me. I have to tell you I'm not that loveable...except to possums it seems. I disturbed one trying to sleep on top of the laundry cupboard (please ignore the dust – awaiting dusting pixies to clean) downstairs. He looked at me. I looked at him. He didn’t seemed impressed with me and went back to sleep. Sigh…clearly I’m not that scary…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Knackered....


…knackered and knackered….I may have been burning the candle somewhat at both ends for a while and it just occurred to me that I’m frigging knackered. My broken toe is killing me because I wore my Doc Martens yesterday and made my foot worst but some people never learn do they? And I have a dead possum (don’t ask –just annoyed it died in my yard) in the wheely bin outside (trash can) that is an utter nose breaker every time I dump stuff in the bin. Luckily, it’s more the vampire’s problem (neighbours I never see and who only come out a night to hang out the washing) as it’s near their fence. While it’s true you probably shouldn’t mess with the undead, I ain’t moving the bin any closer to my house.

Ok…whine over…

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