A blast from the past

Not far from where the steps I blipped on Monday is this pool which feeds off a small creek. When I was a kid it was a favourite spot for me and my friends to go hunting for tadpoles.

There was much merriment with the ladies at the dog park this morning when we were discussing how it is that women seem to recover quicker than men from surgery or illness and the only lovely man present (ed who is Irish) gave us a sweet smile and said he knew better than to comment.

My ambulance service is going to be busy tomorrow.

And many thanks for the love on yesterdays.