Gidday,

Well, life has been busy!

I started today with the discovery that a horde of ants had found a just-accessible cake with sugary icing on it on the sink bench. They were everywhere!

A minor massacre then followed as an annoyed me showed the horde of ants what I thought of them violating my space and contaminating my food. And unlike the late Rod Donald of the Greens Party, they didn’t get a semi-state funeral, either!

That reminds me. Did you see that Rod Donald died of viral myocarditis. And the chances of dying of that are about 1 in 700,000. Then again, that’s better than ones chances of winning Lotto, which is about 1 in 28 million…

Gives one a while new perspective on buying Lotto tickets, doesn’t it…?

Interestingly, pregnant women and children (particularly neonates) are vulnerable to myocarditis. Was there something we didn’t know about Rod? Did Georgina have a friend in Parliament?

But, all joking aside, his death is quite sad really, especially because those most at risk are driven people like Rod Donald who are fit and healthy, who shrug off illnesses, and keep going rather than resting up.

Which only goes to show, sometimes if you want to keep succeeding, you have to stop trying for a little while every now and then.

And to keep on with the doom and gloom, tomorrow I feature in the local paper because I rang the local newspaper and told their transport reporter that I took umbrage with the fact that a truck driver, stung by a bee, started driving to a doctor when he felt unwell. Then he collapsed in his truck and crashed it through a roundabout and into a lamppost. By good luck he didn’t take out some innocent other motorists in the process.

So I made a public statement, in my role of road safety specialist, that drivers who are sick enough to have to urgently go to a doctor should not be driving themselves there!

The reporter was ever so grateful I’d rung. Hey, in a small town of 25,000 any news is good news for a reporter.

Other than that, life has been its usual frantic self. But I did manage to get a walk in today and picked up lots of rubbish at Lake Henley. I left the 3 foot long dead fish floating in the water. It smelled like it had been there a long time, so I decided that fish and chips was not an option for tea…

Why it had died, I would know. Maybe it was also struck down by myocarditis. But at least it will have a fitting send off as well – there is a fireworks display on at Lake Henley tonight.

Well, enough from me. You have a great weekend.