We have reached the end of July, seventh of 2012. What a year it's been? I have so many things on the go I tire just thinking about it. I can't complain, I'm alive and kicking and the struggle goes on. To return to my boxing metaphor, I'm well into the second half of the bout, blowing hard, but feeling strong. My guard is still well up to fend off big ones, and the blows to the body have been absorbed.
Our two bathrooms are nearly finished. Will and Liam were hard at it today, and making a hell of of a mess. Washing machine repair man came and fitted a reco pump, the Subaru I took up the garage to have speedo and odometer fixed, not an easy thing apparently and a few trial error things to go through and the car will be out of action as they send the "head' away first to see if it has a fault. Lucky Lib's on holiday and Rob can take hers to Uni. One more session from plumber should have the bathtub hooked up again. I haven't had a bath in weeks, although I've showered everyday of course. I'm hoping plumber tips up tomorrow, although I did tell him we'd have no power as they are doing scheduled works to the supply.
I interviewed Jo Hilder today for a Signpost article. What a fantastic man! There's plenty of adulation for our Olympic athletes and AFL footballers but there are life heroes around us who just do their stuff all their lives and do wonders.
I visited Nigel today, to take him some copies of Signpost he asked for to send to relatives in England. He was devasted that one of his goats died recently. He spent three freezing nights nursing his goat all to no avail. Now his 17 year old cat Voodoo is failing and he's dreading calling the vet to have him put to sleep. Nigel lives for his animals and is stressed out. I feel for him.
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