Craving sleep

I have trouble sleeping. I have a stash of happy pills (ie. tranquilisers) in Mummy's wardrobe, which I forgot to bring back here. Bad move. As a result, my hands keep shaking and I ramble too much. Apologies to all who have been and will be putting up with my zombified company recently.

Kudos to AK for pointing this one out. I think it's a Hongkie owner; she thinks it's Malaysian.

God bless BE (I am eternally grateful!) for perking up my week with his Poslaju parcel of emergency wardrobe rescue. I had the pants hemmed by a bipolar lady at QV. When I sent the pants in, she was curt to the point of rudeness; when I collected them, she expressed a lot of concern about my satisfaction and even bid me a "good weekend". BE also sent two shirts as gifts. The one above has actual french cuffs!

The blazer came with matching pants and a skirt. The top fits beautifully, but the bottoms are both a little loose. I suppose I'll grow into them with time. This shirt has discreet polka dots that are semi-hidden when buttoned up.

AK's gift of pansies (we think they are pansies anyway). The wrapping was so pretty I left it on. The flowers have so far survived a week in my hands.

My pot of rosemary. This hardy little plant only needs a little love and water and will cheer up the window sill with tiny pale purple flowers and equally tiny leaves.

My first dividend cheque! This goes nicely into paying off my parking fine. Just as well...

Bunnies galore off Flinders Ln, whilst meandering around with JL.