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Day three of dizziness - now it’s personal! I had to cancel today’s training session with Steve, and yoga tomorrow is looking dicey. I’m chugging olive leaf extract like it’s going out of fashion and hoping it’s healing properties weave their magic soon.

On a more pleasant note, as I write this, Miss M is watching a DVD of The Muppet Show which I found at Kmart today. I’ve been telling her how I watched it when I was little, when it was an end of weekend treat, and I was in love with Floyd the saxaphone player. My super cool father also liked it, so we’d always watch it together. Just hearing the theme music makes me smile, and Miss M is being captivated by some bizarre creatures singing “manamana”. She’s also eating ham and dolmades - still my idea of heaven.

I found out today one of our neighbours died last week. I’m not sure what his name was, but he used to walk three dogs who were known as “the naughty dogs”, since one of them always tried to attack Mr Dog. He’d always say “he won’t hurt ya”, as Jasper (the naughtiest dog) lunged repeatedly for Mr Dog with obviously evil intent. Interesting I know the dog’s name but not the man’s. On sunny days we’d always chat about the weather, and he’d ask “how ya goin’?”

Quite a while ago, part of the track along the river where dogs are walked was suddenly blocked off by a fence which had a dubious legality. According to the owner of an industrial building, the track belonged to him, but users of the track had other opinions. While the council was trying to work out what to do, the fence stayed up, meaning anyone taking their dog along the track had to go back along Victoria Street to continue along the river, adding an annoying ten minutes, and an ugly detour to their walk.

One day the man and I were discussing the fence, and he told me it had been pulled down. I asked how he knew, and he told me his kids had done it. In fact, they’d ripped it down three times (it had been replaced twice), which led to the owner finally agreeing the land should belong to the people, and settling up with the council quite amicably.

Apparently he died suddenly while walking along a beach in Queensland, and suffered no pain. A great way to go. So I’d like to dedicate this post, and many pleasant thoughts to a man who was a good neighbour, and raised community minded children - even if his dog didn’t like mine.

Today I’m loving: even though it seems slightly shallow, slanty tweezers