Its 5:39pm on a smokey mid-week afternoon, the smoke bank born of a very stubborn and voracious bushfire cleared some hours ago (thanks to the assistance of a wind change) but the smell still lingers in the air, or more likely – my hair.

I seem to have caught the flu *again* and my throat is starting to feel like I’ve swallowed razorblades (ugh, there's a graphic image for you!).

The artist block prevails sadly. I have two exchanges I’ll be working on next week. Here’s hoping the juices start flowing in time!

So … anyone want a kitty? A stray has decided it wants to live with us (adorable little black kitten with white boots and a bib). I’ve explained we don’t have room for yet *another* kitty, but she just won’t listen! Do we have a sign flashing above our house or something? Sucker lives here?

It’s not my fault! She looked hungry. *sigh*