War of the fleas

I’ve just flea-bombed the house. So c’mon fleas, bring it on! If we all die from poisoning overnight, at least the fleas are going down with us. Perhaps I should have caught a few and trained them up for a flea circus. Might have helped pay the mortgage on our new home.

Zeki’s personality has changed completely now he’s on steroids: more Dr Jekyll and less Mr Hyde. It just goes to show how pain and discomfort can alter our personalities. Maybe we won’t take him to the pound after all.

Christchurch has had a string of aftershocks this week. They don’t even make the news here but the impact they have on the people living in Christchurch can’t be underestimated. Not everyone is bothered by them though. Ben for instance doesn’t mind them at all. He’s in Christchurch at the moment just for a couple of days. I’m fine being on my own now too, with a good routine, kindergarten for Daniel and no aftershocks, life is good.