Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Close call

Saw this fir tree that almost took out somone's lapa while on my way to my therapist today. This must have happened on Monday when we had quite a violent thunderstorm but not much rain.
If I had any of these suckers in my garden they would be cut down post haste, Fir and Gum trees have this nasty habit of falling down when they reach my age...
By the way my therapist gave me a clean bill of health and a dent in my medical aid. Ce'st la vie I suppose.
"After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, 'No hablo ingles.'" Ronnie Shakes

No comments: