Meet Australia's luckiest marsupial (there ought to be an annual award in his honour). This story made me chuckle - and a detail not mentioned here is that 'Lucky' also has chlamydia. Where on earth did he pick that up?
Perhaps from loose eucalyptus leaves. I ran a chamois over leaving the Arve valley, all the way up the A6, smell of cooking meat, kept stopping to look under the car, nothing. Back home, car into the garage, the mechanic emerged from underneath with the complete rear leg, cooked to perfection which had become jammed beside the exhaust. We had nightmares about this three legged chamois traversing the alps.
Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
"Where on earth did he pick that up?"
ReplyDeleteDon't look at me, Nige. I'm a kangaroo man.
Suspiciously quick denial there, Dick.
ReplyDeleteNo, I just know how people's minds work and they jump to the only reasonable conclusion given my history with koala.
ReplyDeletePerhaps from loose eucalyptus leaves. I ran a chamois over leaving the Arve valley, all the way up the A6, smell of cooking meat, kept stopping to look under the car, nothing. Back home, car into the garage, the mechanic emerged from underneath with the complete rear leg, cooked to perfection which had become jammed beside the exhaust. We had nightmares about this three legged chamois traversing the alps.
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