Don't Say Don't

Don't say...Eastern Influence.

I wanna like it, but I am struggling.

Don't say...44.

Very much enjoyed the birthday brekkie BBQ without a single gonanna siting!

Don't say...picnic in the park.

My Godmother from Melbourne was guest of honour.

Don't say...we're getting old.

Foxy's 40th was a very swish event in the City.

A long overdue reunion of old Charleville friends.

Don't say...cheep cheep.

The baby chicks are thriving thankfully....phew. I wasn't sure if I'd done the right thing getting them in this weather.

Attended OPEN DAY to hear Gracie sing in the School Choir.

Don't say...birthday.

Somebody's 7.

Don't say...the quickest visit in history.

After 35 minutes it was time for "Way Out West" to leave, Gracie said "Did she really travel all the way from Charleville to see you for 2 minutes?".

Don't say...overview.

A little distracted lately and haven't been blogging with my typical obsession.

Here's a snapshot of the past week.

Don't say...scrap timber.

New laying box nearly finished.

Don't say...Ernie?

I cannot work out which Muppet this is?

Don't say...baby chicks coming!

This weekend I need to make the chook pen secure.

Don't say...thirsty.

Am I too old to be drinking a popper at work?

Don't say...getting ready.

Back in the chook pen today repairing gaps ready for the next layers.

Don't say...Diggers.

Anzac Day became an extended family outing and morning tea.

Don't say...I finally returned it.

I have a very very overdue Library book.

Don't say...Thursday's lunch.

My all time favourite work-lunch is left-over roast.

Don't say...Cheaper Tuesday.

You hold the pizza, you hold the power.

Don't say...Broncos!

I don't know why it is that that I always seem to sit directly infront of the loudest person in the stadium.

Don't say...spot the difference.

I actually like Reggie when she's been clipped.

Don't say...coffee.

This little bottle of milk is the sign that I am back to work.

Don't say...overdue exercise.

Took me 1 hr 25 min to complete the circumnavigation.

Don't say...legs 11.

The sign is hard to read...it says

"My LAST day of being 10".

Don't say...crazy?.

You might recall that the neighbourhood kids are not normally allowed inside...

BUT...


Yesterday, we invited them over for a movie.

Don't say...twister.

I apologise for the view...you can see why I didn't participate.

Don't say...you don't love Leesy's felt chook.

After morning Mass...it was all about chocolate!