Last weekend was pretty busy. Chelsea went back to Uni on the Gold Coast and we're still here. We miss her happiness. Naturally, there were feeding times. Most of her family went to lunch on Friday, and then the rest, residue and remainder came to dinner at Flagstaff that evening. Although we all brought along only one or two dishes, Michael set up his barbeque and there was food enough for all and more. No photos were taken! I really think that the blog has seen more then enough of Dottie and Jack's offspring feeding their faces.
On another note entirely, Dad fell down his steps the other evening and grazed himself in a couple of places and suffered a nasty cut above his good eye. Four stitches later from Dr Jenny and he's as fine as ninepence. His feet are swollen, and Dr Jen said "I don't like the look of your feet Jack" to which he replied, "They look okay to me Doc!" Tough old bird.