I don't think I ever recorded the story of my birthday bracelet so belatedly I will. When I was in Kuching, Grumpy Girl and Petite Soeur sent me a bracelet for my birthday but it never arrived. They were both extremely upset and so was I. I told them I would prefer not to even know what the gift was so they didn't tell me and bought me another very similiar one for Christmas. Very nice, very me.
A month or so earlier I had received a card from Pos Malaysia telling me a parcel was waiting to be claimed. Thrilled and relieved I sped to the PO only to find not the bracelet but three tubes of Vegemite which a dear friend had sent to alleviate our homesickness. It was wonderful to have it but, at the time, something of a disappointment.
When we arrived at Melbourne Airport nearly two months after my birthday, Customs took some of our stuff for fumigation. The same thig happened to Petite when she arrived couple of days later. Another two months went by and Petite received a card to say her fumigated goods were now available for picking up at Balaclava PO. When Right Foot went to get the parcel for her there were TWO. One was the fumigated cane balls as expected but the other was the bracelet! It had taken four months for it to go to Malaysia and back and the parcel had obviously been opened but the bracelet lay unharmed in its wrapping. I can wear the two together, they look very well.

My wounded knee feels a little better. Maybe it's the powdered shark, maybe it's the acupuncture.

The physiotherapist tried acupuncture on me this morning but it doesn't seemed to have helped much. He has also suggested I buy some powdered shark whch is supposed to build up cartilege. I will get some tomorrow: I am very sick of not being able to walk.
Yesterday I limped around the Ned Kelly exhibition at the State Library feeling more sorry for myself than poor Ned, martyr that he was.

We are trying to cobble up funds so that Susan and I can both go to Scotland to present our paper. A is sending begging letters on our behalf to all the cashed up departments who could conceivably cough for us. Here's hoping.