As I type, my tummy is tying itself in knots. Why? Because in a little while I will be heading off to do a shift at Lifeline. Something I have done for well over ten years. And despite this, every time the anxiety levels rise. I have rationalised it by telling myself that if it didn't happen I would be getting blase and should leave, but nonetheless .... And this is despite the fact that I find it incredibly rewarding and endlessly interesting. Over the years I have spoken to some amazing and aweinspiring people. Like the woman who rings from time to time who makes my facee hurt because I have been smiling so broadly. And others who are facing things that would have me velcroed to the carpet under my bed. The sexual fantasy callers are another matter - LL is cheaper than the dedicated sex lines - but they get short shrift.
So I will turn my mind to more soothing things. Our tomatoes are finally ripening. And we have picked a myriad of cherry tomatoes, a couple of 'Bragger' (new to us but yummy) and some black russians. The climbing spinach, the basil (three types), and the other herbs are thriving. A good year.
And yesterday, in addition to the king parrots we were visited by corellas (two types), sparrows, wattle-birds, cockies, galahs, rosellas, currawongs and a magenpie. Wonderful. A surprising number of them like apple, but they much prefer green ones so they are a fixture on the shopping list.
Enough waffle. I should gird my loins.