Just got back from taking the dog for a walk. Even though she delights in stealing my poor little socks, I cannot deny her a good run around in the fresh air.

It was actually quite sunny today, which illuminated the bush beautifully. The tracks we walked on contained a thousand different coloured rocks and bits of wood and dirt. It was very nearly dusk, so the trees and thir shadows wove amazing patterns over the brush. We walked to the site of an old mine and strode around the huge granite blocks that are the only things there, apart from the rusty bricks dotted here and there. It was utterly beautiful, completely peaceful.

On the way up, we saw five kangaroos, who didn't move a muscle as we walked past.

I've just finished burning Mum a copy of the Scissor Sisters. I'm doing Missy Higgins next. Maybe she'll get over her Powderfinger obsession. Ah well, gotta love that she's into some decent stuff.

The Scissor Sisters version of 'Take Me Out' (which is the best song in the world at the moment, I adore it) came on the radio as we were driving to the supermarket. I turned it up and attempted to hit the high notes. Brilliant version.

It's good to be home.