I’m not masking the truth about being slack

I’M in a rush. Home late after words with the boss because my studio’s a mess.

If there’s no mess, no work is being done, that’s my excuse anyway. I’m not telling that I’m actually really slack. No way.

I knew I had to write to my mates, and actually don’t know where to start, so much going on, for instance, masks or no masks! Fair dinkum, three blokes at work wear them all the time, I call them the three Maskateers.

Everything is a corona moaner, so I’m not writing to you about that, other than the new pop-up testing station (which is exactly what they do, pop it up the snow) at Strand Park today and Friday, great idea, though one of the health workers said that she would need a flagpole to swab my nose. Charming.

We could talk weather and how were even getting some rain today, well we did say they’re all trying to escape Melbourne and come up here, even the weather has. But truly the story of the day or month really, is how its “Not easy being Green”.

It was summed up brilliantly by our Harry, the most amazing cartoonist … he’s to your immediate right, see him, great eh. His cartoon yesterday was amazing, Greeny taking away his road train full of awards, you could almost write a book, perhaps called “Greening Townsville”.

I must wish the Green machine behind the scene, Amanda and the two wonderful kids, Jed and Emerson, all the best wherever they go. Good on you kids from all of us.

I suppose I could write today about the actual game at Queensland Country Bank (Ross Creek bank) Stadium, and how Josh Hannay is coach, good on him. Interesting really, I remember the story, sorta remember, that coach Tim Sheens wouldn’t put him on as he was too young, and now years later he’s coach. Something like that anyway.

I only have 500 words, so I need inspiration, I know, I’ll cook. Stop laughing it works, we have Osso Bucco in the fridge, if the dog hasn’t pinched it.

True, he can open the fridge, he knocked off two bottles of wine over the weekend. Little scallywag. That’s what I told Barb when she asked. He’s a naughty doggy. As I was explaining how he must have nicked the wine, I looked over at him. It’s amazing how he can hold that paw up and have one middle claw sticking up at me. Clever dog.

I love my slow cooker, perfect for me as I’m slow. Chuck the stuff in, leave it for eight hours and hope for the best, my kinda cooking.

But I’ll do the right thing and put in all the herbs and lower Burdekin, Bowen tomatoes, Cleveland Bay leaves, Vegemite … joking about the Vegemite. It’s really fun, and perfect to help me think about what I’m going to write this column on tod … hang on! I’ve run out of space, I’ve only enough for Happy Days! Sorry, I’ve no room for Ooroo.