Am I naughty?

This could get me in trouble but Bill Digger's grave opposite Grace's also suffered from a lack of a hole for flowers the same as Grace's did, despite being supposed to having them.

I've felt for a long time that they would like one so I took my drill out again and put a hole into the concrete.
I did Grace's a long time ago but didn't feel I should interfere with his, but later felt guilty about that.

Of course what I did would be illegal (nearly everything in this non-free country is) but it looks tidier and I meant no harm.

This reminds me of an American medal.

Medals aren't so common in Australia, this purple heart got me thinking of my Great-uncle John McGregor 4881 who was killed in WW1, he was wounded and hospitalised for a fair while sometime before he copped the fatal bullet to the head, but medals aren't easy for NCOs to come by.
He had already been promoted to the highest rank possible for a non-upper class man, Sergeant, and eventually was shot in the head trying to retrieve one of his boys that was wounded, but I suppose he needed to be more important to be thanked.
His record can be found in our national archives naa.gov.au

Rates bill, ouch.

The postie delivered pain this morning, as usual rising faster than inflation.
To add to the pain later I noticed the meter reader checking our electricity.
Neither of these things we have any ability to shop around for the best deal, we're just pawns in the game.

Pretty flowers.

These flowers caught my eye this morning, very nice so probably a weed.
The hills in the background are on Hinchinbrook Island 25 km away, the peak toward the right is Mt Straloch which had the WW2 USA B-24 bomber the "Texas Terror" smash into it in 1942.

A Philippine flag for Cubby.

A similar age to Australia's flag yet it doesn't look like a colonial relic.

Windy.

Very windy when I popped up to see Grace today, a lot of cane trash had blown over the cemetery.
I'm quite tired of this bleak winter we've had, way too much grey weather again this winter.

Big football match tonight but because it's broadcast by a blurry commercial station and I value my eyesight I'll have to wait for the HD replay on subscription TV, but since there's also pushbike racing in France I'll have to wait for tomorrow's replay.
Luckily for Australia the poor status of TV broadcasting here isn't known to other countries else they'd all be pointing their fingers and laughing. The British can watch cricket broadcast from here when they tour in lovely clear HD but for local audiences all we get is bandwidth squeezed blurry SD, while the HD channel is reserved for repeats of 1970s sitcoms.

Planting sugarcane.

After a year's rest the barren field behind us should sprout a fresh crop soon enough.
This stuff is just glorified grass so they only replant every few years.