Sun is shining, everyting is Irie...

At least I think that's how it goes - my West Indian lingo is a little rusty.

The sun is indeed shining - mostly - and most tings are good. The stark contrast between here and "the other place" is comforting in a way:

# Trees
# Grass
# Animals
# Birds (of the feathered type)
# Real houses
# All modern facilities.

The other place had the following:

# Rockets
# Sand
# Mortars
# Sand
# Sun (tto hot, too bright)
# Sand

And some more sand.

Bad things continue to occur there, but here is no different. Pretty high on the gross-ometer is the fact that the tic that has been attached to my dog's belly for the last 4 days (he wouldn't let me take it off), detached itself in the kitchen. Pretty minging, but that's not all. I then stood on it. SPLAT! Pretty minging. Not all - I was barefoot and the slime went a clear 6" across the floor. Still at least the tic died a painful death...

Other than the fact that the dog is blessed with the runs and I am trying to place unused items on eBay (a fairly evil site - cue link to Mort). Hard work. Ruthless de-junkification of the house continues, as well as finding things i had forgotten i had - Coca cola Spinner, Binoculars, Kodak Brownie camera (it takes film!!) and more. Some must go, some HAS to stay...