Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts

10/5/10

It wasn’t me…


I was upstairs cleaning my teeth when I heard this god almighty crash under the house. I raced down, pj be-decked, toothbrush in hand, and opened up the downstairs. A big ornate Indonesian screen had fallen on Patrick, my car, and Roy, the possum who will not leave Chez Amarinda, was trying to look mighty innocent. I harangued him for several minutes but he refused to hang his head in shame – in fact he fell asleep. Nocturnes – they always have an out.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

9/25/10

I am normally scary...


Day god-knows-what in possum watch…I don’t know why but I don’t appear to be inspiring awe or fear - you know due to me being a competent, smart, all powerful human being - in the possum…sigh…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

9/11/10

Wild bloody kingdom…

What is it with possums and Chez Amarinda? They love me. I have to tell you I'm not that loveable...except to possums it seems. I disturbed one trying to sleep on top of the laundry cupboard (please ignore the dust – awaiting dusting pixies to clean) downstairs. He looked at me. I looked at him. He didn’t seemed impressed with me and went back to sleep. Sigh…clearly I’m not that scary…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book

5/26/09

Knackered....


…knackered and knackered….I may have been burning the candle somewhat at both ends for a while and it just occurred to me that I’m frigging knackered. My broken toe is killing me because I wore my Doc Martens yesterday and made my foot worst but some people never learn do they? And I have a dead possum (don’t ask –just annoyed it died in my yard) in the wheely bin outside (trash can) that is an utter nose breaker every time I dump stuff in the bin. Luckily, it’s more the vampire’s problem (neighbours I never see and who only come out a night to hang out the washing) as it’s near their fence. While it’s true you probably shouldn’t mess with the undead, I ain’t moving the bin any closer to my house.

Ok…whine over…

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