Tucked myself up in bed early last night and watched Pirates of the Carribean on the telly. Johhny Depp grows ever more shaggable. He could turn anyone, the sexy beast. And it was then I formed my cunning plan. To wit: persuade Depp to participate, round up all the lesbians and straight guys across the world, sit back and watch as whole world turns bisexual after shagging him.
This is the golden wattle I was on about the other day. Not the very same one but the same species.
It's not Acacia pycnantha. That's the one on the Australian crest. This ones got small roundish leaves instead of long thin ones. The flowers are the same though.
This crowd say "In Australia there are over five hundred species ranging in size from small shrubs to tall trees. All are evergreens with yellow flowers (from brilliant yellow to pale lemon yellow) and the foliage can be feathery, flat or needle like."
Looks like no walkies today. I'm off to get some more antibiotics in a minute then another day under a quilt in the balcony sun. The fucking flu came back yesterday.