Miss Betty ... aka mum, mother duck ... turned 90 last week. Amazing. Totally amazing. We know she's 90, but she thinks she's around 28, back on the farm, waiting for dad to come down for smoko. She's happy. We're happy. We take it as it comes. Some days she's better than others. But 90! That's quite an achievement.
When a friend comes from Woolooga, Queensland to Vineyard, New South Wales, a trip of over a thousand kilometres, and says let's go to town and see the Archibald Prize Exhibition, it's time for a day out. A day of coffee and cake, a little shopping and a lot of culture.
Hi again everyone. It's me ... Ralphie ... again. I'm so excited because it seems I ... me, little ol' me ... I have followers! How exciting is that. People who read mum's blog who want to hear from me, who follow me, via mum, on FaceBook and Instagram! Who would have thought! Some of them even send me presents ... more about that later. Anyways, I've been told we're going "home", apparently ... at the end of the year, apparently. And I have to get ready, apparently.