Marguerite
Active Member
G'day folks.
Today was my first Christmas party of the season - for my writing group. We each bring something short we've written specially. A friend of mine brought a satirical piece about a certain loud bird I've been complaining about (the koel). She called it "The First Koel". It was funny how everyone sympathised, except for two younger women who didn't know the bird by name; until everyone else began doing impressions. "Oh, you mean THAT bird!" they said...
Tomorrow is the last public trains day for the year (we have the private Christmas party in a couple of weeks) and likely to be hot, sticky, windy and eventually, stormy. The shape of the land down in Wollongong is like an aeroplane's wing; when the humid air hits the cliffs which are about a mile inland, it all condenses and forms its own climate. The fogs along the clifftop are amazing. We drive home along the coast instead...
Enjoy your Saturday.
Marg
Today was my first Christmas party of the season - for my writing group. We each bring something short we've written specially. A friend of mine brought a satirical piece about a certain loud bird I've been complaining about (the koel). She called it "The First Koel". It was funny how everyone sympathised, except for two younger women who didn't know the bird by name; until everyone else began doing impressions. "Oh, you mean THAT bird!" they said...
Tomorrow is the last public trains day for the year (we have the private Christmas party in a couple of weeks) and likely to be hot, sticky, windy and eventually, stormy. The shape of the land down in Wollongong is like an aeroplane's wing; when the humid air hits the cliffs which are about a mile inland, it all condenses and forms its own climate. The fogs along the clifftop are amazing. We drive home along the coast instead...
Enjoy your Saturday.
Marg