Much of today was spent in the garden sweeping paths and spreading an attractive gravel (we have a cubic metre) over semi bare spots around the back and side gardens. And it made us feel better. Working in the garden is good for me....and my soul.

Ian arrived with two women around midday. He wanted to show them both the garden and the extension he planned for us (for those of you who don't known Ian was our architect and landscaper). He is designing an cottage extension for them also.

After lunch, I drove to Newham - a 20 minute trip - to see Blaze Away Kennels about having Moochie in about 6 weeks while we are in Palm Cove. But they can't, as they will also be in holidays in Port Souglas, a stone's throw from Palm Cove!

We may go to Melbourne tomorrow and stay a couple of nights and help Mia in her garden. The son in law dropped by this arvo, apparently, while she was mowing the lawns and footpaths. Never offered to assist. Never said a word to her about helping. What an ass hole.

I have been thinking about him. In the 20 years I knew him, the only redeeming thing I can recall was that he was tall....6'5".....so that he came in handy for changing light bulbs. But what else? Nothing.

Anyway, despite muscular twinges in my left side about waist level things are OK. The twinges are painful momentarily, but don't last. But boy, when they occur they are killers. I'm hoping I have simply pulled or strained something, and that it is not permanent or a sign of things to come..