Ahhh, it must be summertime – the mosquito bites on the backs of my legs are infected.

Seriously, any fabric rubbing over them and OWW the pain.  Sadly however it is seldom considered acceptable for une femme d’un certain age to run her errands while wearing cut-off shorts so there has been the liberal application of antiseptic creams.

If there was one thing I could change about any part of me, it would be my mosquito-attracting abilities.  It would be so marvellous not to spend six months with varied infected sores on my legs.

Oh actually, much as that does sound great I’d still probably rather have my teeth.

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I was reminiscing recently about a trip that De, Ke and I took to Port Douglas:

We went to Breakfast with the Birds and fed kangaroos.  That was such a great trip.