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Years ago I had to do an occupational health and safety course for work.

The guy who was running the course asked "In the event of a fire, what steps would you take...?".

I answered "Large ones... Really large ones...".

Apparently I failed the course, ha ha.

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I wonder why?

Maybe the instructor had lost his sense of humour.

It's hard to say.

I've had course instructors who, faced with a similar question and answer, have chuckled and said "Okay, back to the question, how would you approach the situation".

Maybe I caught him on a bad day, maybe he just couldn't think outside the box... ha ha.

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I have known a few school teachers like that.

My grandmother was a teacher for many years and I still rmember some of the stories she used to tell about some of the answers she received from her students (Infants School, 2nd class mostly).

She always maintained it was better to laugh along with the smarty pants answers than to make an issue of them.....the kids settled down quicker and the lesson could resume.

3 degrees at 11 am.

Which would be good, if I had studied at a university, but not so good considering it was the temperature, ha ha.

Two old man cockatoos shuffled around, somewhat suspicious of me, as I measured the "breakfast platform" and tried to explain my idea for extending it, to them.

It's not that it isn't a good size, as it stands, it's just that it could be a better size...

They looked dubious...

Okay, if I have room for three handfuls of seed, and I made the platform bigger, so that I could put five handfuls of seed, would that be better?

Seed? Oh! Have you got food?!

I'm not sure that I really got the idea across, but I've certainly got their attention, ha ha.

I'd always thought of croquet as boring, a dull game, but I'm willing to make the effort to change my mind on that.

I'm sure after watching a few rounds being played I'll think of it in an entirely different way.

Or perhaps not, but I'll make the effort, anyway, ha ha.

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Geez, Tas, I dunno... I reckon mine are prettier, ha ha.

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Takeaway got up, got as far as the doorway, looked at the sky, decided that it was a bit too early, yet, then sniffed the air, and turned around and went back to bed, ha ha.

Which is a fair indication of the kind of day we're going to have...

Breakfast is plain, but not bland or boring bread.

"Fancy" bread is off the menu - it has cinnamon in it.

It might fill the kitchen with a glorious odour as it pops out of the toaster, but, (and this is where our shared vocabulary, such as it is, begins to fail us...) somebody, whether her or junior possum, gets something akin to heartburn, or reflux... or something... ha ha.

It took us a bit but I think we seem to be on the same page...

She got it across to me that she doesn't like me smoking when she's around, especially with a little one in tow, so we're not doing too badly there,ha ha.

I imagine there are times when she shakes her head at me and says "Go to sleep... I will come to you in your dreams and tell you then... Go on, go on... Go to sleep, I don't have all day ...". Ha ha.

She's feeling the joy of motherhood, about a month or a month and a half, along.

She's hardly placid and gentle with the other possums, as it stands, but now she's a Mum, and the interests of her offspring must come ahead of all other things...

That seems to mean chasing people, vigorously.

And barking.

Yes, barking. If you're not used to it, it comes as a surprise.

No, we don't have a small dog, it's Takeaway, being tyrannical spreading the joy, ha ha.

By my count there's only another three months of this...

Then a couple of months while the little one finds it's feet.

And then it'll join the ranks of the chased when she "encourages" it to leave home.

I hope that plastic sheet roofing on the pergola is as good as the manufacturer says.

It's going to get a fair workout, ha ha.

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