No fic today, some of you will no doubt be relieved to discover, others disappointed. No tv reviews either because I went straight to bed yesterday. Well, okay, I watched Rodders in that dreadful Arnolt movie again, then I set the timer and went to bed. I really feel crappy. I have arranged a treat for you today though. Several people have startled me by not knowing what a lorikeet or a currawong were, so I'm posting some piccies I took last night, as well as a pic of my blooming bottle brush, of which I'm so proud. It's its first flowering. I apologise for the quality of said pics but while the birdies are happy to frolic at my feet going "feed me, feed me, feed me" the moment I whip out a camera they go all A-Lister on me. Bastards.
If you think my bottle brush is pink, the camera doesn't do it justice. It's pinker, though it's been faded terribly by the sun since Friday. I am however my usual roasty pink, and that's with a hat and sunblock. I'm peeling so much I swear people think I have leprosy.