Poor Angus is battling a chesty cough too, as per usual it seems to gain momentum in the evenings. I can tell he isn't quite himself, as he is highly emotional and gets cranky at the drop of a hat. I was completely floored when in a moment of frustration, he let the 'F' word fly at Felix. He has never intentionally used a swear word in context before. I could not believe what I was hearing. Whilst I did see the amusing side, there is no way I let on to Angus I was thinking like this. Instead both Scott and I explained it is unacceptable to use such a word and quickly moved on. Felt sort of hypocritical, given that I do swear myself. I think this is the wakeup call I needed to curb my outbursts of colourful language going forward. If for no other reason than to avoid being a total hypocrite.
So I'm pretty much over Winter right now. I'm longing for August. The tail end of Winter. The promise of longer days. Warm winds. The first buds of Spring on the plants and trees. Everything is just a little bit easier to handle when it's not raining, gloomy and freezing. Roll on Spring, roll on.
Roses we gave Mama/Nana for her birthday... gorgeous colour!