Dead cat, new scooter, old friend

It's officially the start of winter on Friday (June 1) but the weather is still shorts worthy. I met some Aussie friends at the beach last week and while I was factored up and in shorts and flip flops they were in rolls necks, scarves and one even in a sheepskin jacket. I mean seriously, what are they like.? It was 70 with a light breeze. As I type I am trying to ignore the large dead white cat that seems to have met his maker on the road right outside our house. Someone has kindly shifted his ant-infested corpse to the end of our driveway so now every time I negotiate the car out through the gate I have to try not to turn its head into a giant cat-head pancake. Have so far managed to avoid Scarlett seeing it, but am not sure it can be avoided when we head off for her ride on her pink fairy bike this afternoon. Maybe it's time for the chat about death. I'll spare you a photo. Rob has bought himself a zippy red scooter which he rides to work when he is on day shift so I can have the car. It's handy to have two modes of transport, much better for the planet and of course cheap to run. He looks very cool heading off at sunrise. Another blast from the past arrives in Sydney this weekend. Paul 'Please leave with the minimum of fuss' Chinnery is heading to our shores for the first time and I can't wait to see him. We spent most of the period from 1989 to 1991 living in and around Notting Hill laughing. Just laughing. Paul also hosted me on my first trip to New York in 1990 and was also briefly a member of the group that took on Umbria in 1991. He and I also shared a memorably funny weekend in Amsterdam that had us talking and laughing so much we didn't realise we had sat through the same sex show twice. Paul is famous for his appalling posture, having different coloured eyes and for being the head of channel five's legal department. As you can imagine, with their programming, he's kept pretty busy. Long may the laughter reign.