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I met him when I was in Rome...

I don't speak a lot of Italian, and he didn't speak a lot of English, but we managed to make do, communicating, all the same...

And don't forget to stay rehydrated! ha ha.

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A big orange aeroplane flew over, today...

Big, as in big passenger jet sized... ha ha.

And low... not low enough for me to count the rivets on it's belly, but low enough for me to think "That's flying low"...

I wondered if it was a water bomber, and if so, what's it doing here?

It could be in Tasmania, which, if I'm to believe the Henny Penny-esque "Sky is falling" ticker tape updates on the ABC, is one massive blazing inferno...

Anyway, someone I like lives there, so that, I think, gives me grounds to feel concerned... ha ha.

Of course, if it was just a big, orange passenger jet that happened to be flying low, I'm sorry that the passengers had to endure the uninspiring sight of  what passes for suburban rooftops, hereabouts, ha ha.

"Look! Look! There's one that's Not terracotta!, how exciting!", ha ha.

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Here's a bit of a blast from the past...

I wonder if the bloke ever got his bottle back from the koala, it looks like it's got a fair grip on it... ha ha.

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