Although Perth's autumn colours are subdued compared to those of North America, Europe and New Zealand, there are still beautiful pockets. Last weekend I visited the Perth Hills, for an emergency purchase of wine, and to appreciate the change of seasons. Here are the views from Fairbrossen, and Myattsfield Wineries.
My young cat (age 100 in human years), spends plenty of quality time guarding his back lawn. Here he is, busy at work.
A couple of months ago, prescribed burns led to smoke smothering the metropolitan area. This was the apocalyptic scene from the upper deck of the Floreat Forum car park, reminiscent of the classic film These Final Hours.
I'm proud of how many Guardian newspaper articles I've managed to read on my little iPhone recently. Of course, they're trying to guilt me into subscribing, and I happily would do so if they offered a printed version, but an online news site is simply a way for me to waste my time. And they should be pleased that they're producing so much free content that's of interest to me. In fact, they should be awarding me a prize for most dedicated customer !
I'm now officially immune from COVID 19. Okay, technically I've only had my first jab, but still, it's a wonderful feeling to know I'm on the path to the other side (and I don't mean dying).
A few weeks ago, I happened to be browsing the state government's vaccination website, and found that the online bookings page was now open for business. I knew it was due to be launched the following day, but it seems that they went live early. So I excitedly booked myself in for a few days later, for the earliest slot at the Claremont showgrounds mass vaccination site. That explains the lack of people in this snap:
I went into my little cubicle with the nurse, had a little chat and it was over in no time. Then I immediately booked my second jab for 10 weeks later, and sat around for 15 minutes to make sure there was no immediate reaction to my injection. I was offered a free fruit juice or bottle of water, and then was on my way.
