Unicorn

There's a unicorn in the picture, if you understand unicorn to mean having one horn.
One of the antelopes had lost one, apparently this is bloody and painful, but people came to the centre to see the unicorn and the centre helps conserve endangered species, so it was not in vain.

Foolishly, I hadn't really thought much about the strike by certain city workers in Vancouver. The garbage is apparently not going to be collected until it's resolved, but hey, everyone knows the drill with that one, after a while the army get called in and although it's not very nice work for them, we get to see our own military forces on the street, we bond with the lads and lasses who keep our country safe, then the binmen go back to work and all is well.

Except...the knuckleheads who run our Province, or the judiciary or someone, has ruled that garbage isn't an essential service and so the army can't be deployed to stop rubbish rotting in the streets and keep the citizens safe from disease and pestilence. And thus the binmen can strike for as long as they like with impunity.

Today has been last minute cleaning and tidying. The house gleams. It's also very neat. Actually, the house itself is generally fairly neat, but now, even Laurence's room is tidy.

This afternoon was our writers' group summer party at Raymond's house. In spite of the rain, we had a good time. I do like the 'pot luck' that we do here where everybody brings a dish and you get a wonderful array of different foods.

Tomorrow, at 18.30 if all goes according to plan, Austen, Sue, Alex, Holly and Teddy's plane will land and we'll be at the airport to meet them.
I'll take all the positive vibes I can get.