Lah-da-dee, la-da-daah

I received an early easter present on Friday: a chest infection.

Subsequently, my holiday plans have changed from "tidy the house and look after the boy so he can study, then have a one-day adventure to ourselves, with champagne picnic and lots of wonderment" to "mope around the house while the boy looks after me and watch some Scrubs". Ah well, at least the bottle of Moet will keep for a while yet (it was a birthday present from back in January).

So yeah, I'm not the cheeriest fish in the aquarium of late, though I'm doing ok, all things considered.

The weather can't make up it's mind: after Monday's snow, the last three days have been t-shirt wearing warm. I haven't been well enough to go walking, but hopefully I'll get a wander in before heading back to work on Wednesday. It's be nice to blow the dust off the camera, at least.

These photos were taken a month ago, down by Tinderbox Bay. That's Bruny Island, over the other side of the D'Entrecasteaux Channel (no, I don't know how to pronounce that yet). I'm going to get over there and go exploring one day. These delicious people are over there...