So. 'The Bolt' has bolted...yet again. I've never understood the world's hysteria with how fast one can run over a hundred metres. You blink your eyes and its all over. Where's the achievement in that? I prefer stayers myself...if you know what I mean.
In keeping with the sports theme, my players in the English Premier League came up trumps this week, (61 points) only not as good as four others ahead of me in the local Fantasy league, darn it. As far as I can tell I'm the only woman playing. Gotta show those boys!
Had a lovely morning with Maxine yesterday, walking five dogs followed by brunch at Echo Point Marina. Yet another beautiful day, all the dire wind warnings coming to nought in Sydney at least. I believe Tasmania and Victoria copped it pretty badly.
Facing a day of writing today. Started reading the first pages of the memoir yesterday, and immediately started slashing and burning, rewriting in the margins. It needs plenty of work but hey that's what writing is about.
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