Climb every mountain

With all the partying and eating at this time of year - stay tuned for shots of my Melbourne birthday - I decided that a dose of fresh mountain air was just what the doctor ordered.

Chere maman and mummu were eager participants on my tour of the Blue Mountains.

As was mountain manny.

This chick rocks

I've met this great gal.

We've got the same hobbies.

And her house totally rocks.

A hard-earned thirst

I love the festive season, but what's a man to do to get a drink around here?

And what have we here?

Don't think I don't know.

Waiter!

Damn these childproof locks.

Perhaps this place has table service.

At last!

An attentive staff member.

Hasn't she seen a thirsty man before?

Honeshtly.

Annie get your gun

The jackoodle and I have been very busy in rehearsals for Annie get your gun, the musical. We've had a few artistic differences as we would both like to play Annie.
I'm sorry to say that even though I have all the props, Nigella can really carry a tune.

A minute at the beach

Are you as bemused as I was by this peculiar outfit?

It would seem that my dignity plays no part in chere maman's quest to preserve the still-in-the-womb pallor of my complexion. When I venture to the beach, no part of my skin is allowed a brief flirtation with the deadly rays of our blistering sun.

I was amazed that chere maman hadn't strapped a sunshade from the bridge to cover the beach.

Fortunately she was able to use her body to block any potential stray rays.

After a good three minutes of the great outdoors chere maman bid me hasten back to the car and it's soothing shade.