I was listening to this woman today and she said, 'There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of um hum. Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above, oh oh' I said, flipping eck Whitney, shut y' gob wailing and shag him. She didn't answer me. It's the same every time. She, apparently, never takes my advice.

There is a flock of sheep in the bottom paddock now. Not our paddock, the mans next door. They seem to have appeared over night. They weren't there when I came home at 8.30...

Dawn