July 19th

Brent and I had dinner with my ‘Gym Buddy’ Janine’s and her husband Dave’s place.

It was great.

Dave and Brent share a common interest in Astronomy. They’ve both built their own telescopes and they understand the concept of black holes and lunar probes.

Janine and I both suffer from an ‘eye-glaze’ problem at the mere mention of supernovas and binary systems, but we did perk up at the mention of a white dwarf until it turned out to be a very small, very dense, star.

July 20th

I was amused to hear the Pope, on his grand tour of Sydney, preaching humility, the cessation of materialism and greed, and to eschew wealth.

So says the head of the greediest, most materialistic and wealthy church in the whole wide world, having alighted ‘humbly’ from his Holy-Copter after a fly-over to view the sights of Sydney.

I was hoping we’d see a whole new Pope – one who relates to ‘his people’ by perhaps dropping his robes and taken a Pontiff-Plunge into the surf.

 

July 21st

Janine and I meet at the GYM and discuss all sorts of things.
Today, the topic was honey.

“Do you KNOW how honey is made?” she asked.

“Well, by bees”.

“Yes, but how they ACTUALLY make it???”

I had to admit I hadn’t a clue.

“They chew the pollen up; regurgitate it to a growing bee who then regurgitates it again”.

“NO!?”

“YES!”

“So, you are saying, that Honey, is actually the product of a hive full of bulimic insects intent on force feeding a bunch of other bulimic insects?”

“YES!” shrieked Janine gleefully.

“So, honey is basically Bee Vomit”.

“YES!”

Imagine my surprise.
I shouldn’t think we’ll be seeing any mention of this on any up-and-coming honey marketing campaigns.

 

July 22nd

Zeuss has been practicing a new trick. Called ‘The Wall of Death’, according to Zeuss; it involves racing horizontally around the bathtub a few times before flopping to the bottom and wrestling with the Bath Shark.

He ended this morning’s demonstration by leaping up and out straight over the top onto the unsuspecting Flossom.

“That was the ‘Death’ part”, said Zeuss, later, safe in my arms and feeling a lot more cheerful after watching Flossom get escorted outside for GBH. “I could have been killed you know”.

July 23rd

The weather has turned into real winter. Rain, sleet and wind are battering this tiny house.

Thankfully, I managed to get a much needed new jacket for The Phantom. It matches Hoof Hefners’ ‘smoking jacket’ in Air force Blue.

The two of them look like members of the Horse of Lords.

“I say”, said The Phantom to Nibbler, “That’s a swimmingly nice jacket you have on there”.

“Why thank you old boy,” said His Nibs, “I rather like the cut of your jib”.

Persil stood gloomily to one side, rolling his eyes, “You could have bought them a couple of old swanny’s” he said, in his broad Australian Stock Horse twang, “but oh no, you had to play Posh My Horse and now I’ve got two of the old Pooftas to contend with”.

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