Once again, I find myself apologising for not posting. It's a combination of being busy, disorganised, a bit under the weather, disorganised and...well...disorganised. And you know how it is. If you stop posting for a while, not posting becomes a habit. (I'm not entirely sure how not doing something is habit-forming. Let's pretend I never wrote it. *waves hand* This is not the sentence you're looking for.)
Here's what's been going on at my place. An invasion of coppery brushtail possums.(Sorry about the quality of these photos, but I had to be quick. Too slow and the possums would be ransacking the house.)
|At the kitchen window|
|A living Garfield doll (on a lichen-covered flyscreen)|
|When you're small, you can climb up a window frame|
|When winsome fails, try slightly comical|
The four possums (only three of which appear in these photos) all nest together on the patio roof, but spend their waking hours squabbling with each other. They're like kids forced to share a bedroom.