Tuesday

B called out on his way past, well, okay, he stopped the truck to do it, to say he had a hose on the burning tree. Steve (who is this Steve of whom he speaks?) had suggested that if the fire wasn't put out, the tree would definitely perish - so now we wait for the next update and hopefully a definitive answer on whether M's big gum tree will survive.

M must have decided to go ahead with replacing the septic trenches -not a decision that could be put off indefinitely - because there's now a big load of gravel in the paddock below the house. Mark the plumber also visited - another sign that works are afoot. This may not be the only call for Mark's services - the bore pump, which had been behaving itself, went off today and had extremely low pressure. I switched us over to tank water this evening as we were getting none at all. M will go down and check it in the morning - with the bore out there is no easy way to water the livestock down the back.

We took ourselves off to dinner in Worongary this evening - to Fajitas Mexican Deli. It was our second time there and it was just as nice as the first. S had the Taco Trio and I had something I couldn't pronounce which was actually Chili Con Carne in potato skins, with sour cream in the accompanying salad. The only disappointment was that the other thing I wanted from the menu wasn't available - sarsaparilla: apparently no-one ordered it and it became too expensive to keep in stock. D'oh.

Phonography. You could be forgiven for thinking it has something to do with phonographs and sound - but in this instance it has to do with the iPhone (or smartphone). M has found a "competition" in The Courier Mail where you take a photograph with your iPhone send it in to radar@couriermail.com.au and they will publish the best pic of the day in their (phonography) section. There are no prizes - just the opportunity to have your pic published - which should be enough for anyone. Now I just have to find something to take a photograph of, or, as some might say "something of which to take a photograph".

Emma came out to drink water as M, S and I caught up this evening, after our return from dinner. She still likes outside water - even thought it has been filled from the same tap, in most instances, as her inside water. Emma has recovered well from having a Capstar this morning. I'm not sure who hates them more - S or Emma. It was only as S was lining Em up to give her the tablet that she remembered the words of Em's Sydney vet - "she'd rather die than let anyone give her a tablet". What Janet could equally as easily and as truthfully said is "she'd rather kill you than let you give her a tablet". Somehow, today, S just fluked flicking the tablet into a surprised Emma's mouth - it was really all over before either of them had a proper chance to be concerned about it. Capstars usually lay Emma low for 24 hours but she seems fine this evening.