Flying South Chapter 20 The End

Here's the end of Flying South: the management hopes that you have been entertained.

I'm pretty stressed at the moment after work this week. There's another new employee and believe me, there is barely room and not for somebody that hums and whistles while he's typing transcript. Words will be said, I think! I so want to leave this place. Being crammed in a too-small office with a lot of people is so not my thing. By the way, buoy_wonder do you know a Curtin Commerce studies student named Gus, recently arrived from Canberra? If you do, don't mention the whistling problem...we'll sort him out.

Percy, my surviving rat of the trio that formerly included Vincent and Esmond, is doing okay. He's a big white fluffy rat who's not all that interested in other ratty company except in that they can groom him. He's also still showing some signs of mites but hopefully the ivermectin will fix that! [chaosmanor
I've been trying to contact you about getting the ivermec into him; could you pleez let me know if you are too busy and I'll make other arrangements.] I ask only because I am very anxious about Percy's welfare at the moment and not to harass.

Not much is happening in the garden, which is about right for late summer, though it has been the weirdest summer I've seen. Rain. In January AND February. Weather so cool I haven't felt like getting out from under the doona in the morning. I've planted cherry tomato plants in the patch which will hopefully get me a decent crop without it being a glut. If we don't have a heat wave for a couple of days while they establish themselves, that would be good. And a couple of potato plants have tried to imitate the climbing beans, which I didn't realise they could do. Wild rocket is growing. I planted a neat hedge of it last year but the herb has made a bid for freedom all over the place now. And how do I tell when the spring onions are ready?

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