So, back to work this week.
No in all seriousness, it’s not so bad. Not too many emails to come back to, lots of coffee to drink, fairly good idea about what I need to be doing. Can’t complain. I finished up a bit late today, so only planned out a scene for my novel, rather than writing anything new.
On these recent holidays I got to see a Green Sea Turtle rehabilitation centre on the island, drink unpronounceable cocktails with my most excellent wife, and stock up on vitamin D (it’s winter down in Sydney), so plenty of positives.
So sick sea-turtles can eat lettuce. Who knew.
It really reminded me of Sir Terry, seeing these guys float around (I could just picture the four tiny elephants standing on their backs). We saw some turtles out on the reef too, but these sick ones were red-panda levels of cute and awesome, given that we got to feed them lettuce and see them almost nose to nose.
A blue flutter by!
And a view made even more beautiful (at the time) by copious cocktail consumption…
Aaand last but not least, a tree trunk hive full of tiny, dark, Australian bees. They’re so little that they can’t sting you. Probably the only thing here that can’t.