G’day–I think! What a time I had, pasting a picture to go with this post. Byron the Quokka here, with birthday wishes to the aging mackerel who writes this blog.
No, I won’t tell you how old he is. And anyway, you’re only as old as you feel. Give this guy a wiffle-ball and he’s eleven years old again.
We don’t have a party put together yet (is it too late to try?), but I suppose a truckload of views would make the blighter happy.
That and some nice crunchy green leaves.