I just came back from the school’s Art Show. As an Assistant Principal it was my job to hand out awards to the Year 7 and 8s and shake their hands, for which I earned a rather nice bottle of red wine. The perks of the job! There were some great art works on display and it’s nice to see the community come together.

Yesterday I collected Doris’s ashes from the vet. I was very sad driving her home for the last time – she used to be so vocal in the car, as it wasn’t one of her favourite things. The ashes are in a nice little wooden box. This afternoon I was discussing with Mark whether we should scatter or keep the ashes. I was holding the box  in both hands and coming down the four steps from our lounge room to the kitchen when I stumbled and fell – I landed bang on both knees, and then elbows, still holding Doris is my two hands – I wasn’t going to drop her and have a “Meet the Parents” moment with ashes flying everywhere. Mark witnessed the whole thing.

I think she must have wandered under my feet as came down the stairs…

I don’t think she wants to be scattered.