After two nights of a tickly throat and runny nose enough was enough and I spent the day at home. Slept until lunchtime with a brief breakfast interlude, then spent the day on the sofa watching terrible rom-coms (I Hate Valentines Day) and reality shows.
I am hiding out in the lounge. I spotted three men in orange t-shirts heading to one end of the street to commence a door to door sweep. It’s about dinner time so it is highly likely. I am enrolled to vote, I don’t want to buy anything and we are happy with our power company. If it’s a charity I have trouble saying no to signing up 10% of my income for life. I also feel bad because the work is largely commission based so no sign up no pay.
Mr Pigalina is still at work so I can’t send him to the door, therefore I am hiding out and hope they leave me alone.
Pigalina’s mood can be positively modified with chocolate, alcohol and magazines. Mr Pigalina knows me well.
Mr Pigalina’s granddad is now 86, so we went out for tea to celebrate. Thanks to some trick candles – the ones that keep relighting – the top of the cake was to be avoided…
Just another Saturday in the Octagon, the centre of Dunedin.
Mr Pigalina’s Valentines card now proudly on the busy fridge, next to my super-cool Tobias Funkë card from last year.
I live just off the Southern Scenic Route. I love going home this way, especially when the rain turns Dunedin drivers into fiends.
Got up for one minute.
If you are after some free berries there are thousands to be found in Island Park Reserve. I have had a few, despite Mr Pigalina’s protests that they will have dog wees on them. Just do as I do, and pick the ones out of leg-cocking range.
This is the only photo I have for you today, William in the cupboard atop the pet food like a feline Smaug.
We got home from the supermarket after work, put the stuff away, I brushed the cat and attempted to get the dog to bring a ball back when I threw it and suddenly it was 8pm.
Fast evenings. Do not like.
Pigalina's Palace 