There are lice aboard our boat.

I think Brekky brought them on board after chasing and biting an East Ender.

I have washed him and LJP in absinthe.

Took absinthe myself as internal medicine.

Brekky very upset – thinks I am going to shave him.

I held him in my arms and sang to him-

Sure you’ve got those lousy lice,
But your eyes are so very nice
You’ve got nits in your hair,
But a Friend Beyond Compare
With whom lice I will not share.

Forget about the louse,
Cos I think you’re pretty grouse.

Brekky wagged.

Just remember. Even St Joan of Arc almost certainly had head lice.

Oh, the shame of it!

It’s still school holidays and I have had HEAD LICE.

Went to many Op Shops…no, the local gem is NOT to blame.

One had ‘new’ hats and very lovely they were.

All for sale at $40 each. Original price tags still intact-$120.

I tried a few on and that’s all it took.

Thirty-dollar LICE treatment which had to be left on the hair for a minimum of 12 hours.

I can still smell it!

The washing machine has been going non-stop for two days.

I sympathise with my students’ parents.

Dear me Megsy, Dear me……I’ve got the itches just writing this. Terrible news. I’ve not heard of any of The Sisterhood having late onset head lice. Did you contaminate your dear husband? KJ.

Io sono Fabio parlae con te.

Da quello che ho letto, siente una splendida donna di molti talents.

I trust you kept it nice Fabio, I really do……
*I was right Marry Me – and the financial year has two months to run!
KJ.

I have tried many times to join the Sisterhood, each time to be rejected. By the Brotherhood of St Laurence as well.

I bought DVDs of ‘Sex And The City’, and ‘Desperate Housewives’, in an effort to create a Virtual Sisterhood.

I craved to have Sisterhood neighbours run into my home to update me on the ups ‘n downs of their lives – new loves, hot loves, loves gone wrong……..

Nothing happened. They’d moved on. They’d seen it all free-to-air.

Marry Me.

Dear, dear Marry Me, My strong feeling? Something good’s going to happen to you by the end of the financial year…..yes it is! KJ.

There was a story about six foot plus members of the sisterhood.

They have a very hard time.

Jobs are hard to get and people say things like how’s the air up there?

Men feel intimidated.

Not me.

Can you pass me the stool, please?

Sure HONEY. Blokes your age shouldn’t spend too long on their feet….KJ.

Vigoro was one with Nineveh and Tyre by the time I got to high school.

My mother informs me that it resembled cricket more than baseball, being played on the ‘girls’ oval’ on a shortened cricket pitch. BUT with the ‘bowler’ throwing the ball rather than bowling it, and the bat was different.

Some unprogressive types apparently called it ‘girls’ cricket’.

Dear Roma Street,
Thank you. From your description, I have NEVER been ON (or even close to) a Vigoro pitch. God is merciful! KJ.

Dear White Knuckle,
How about you turn on the television as an act of courage?