Frog in pitcher plant

I don't think that these baby black swans can fly very well
with those wings

I didn't expect to see a frog in a pitcher plant today, but we did.  At least Sha's dad and I did.  Sha and her mum went shopping.  I've just realised that I need to know Sha's dad's name.  Apparently it is YuKui Du.  Okay, I'd better remember that.  It doesn't mean anything.  The frog was sitting in the bottom of the pitcher plant and seemed happy enough.

We also saw some strange plants with long, fluffy, red, trailing bits.  We then walked across the botanical gardens to the opera house.  Then we met about 1 million people all walking in the opposite direction so we found Sha and her mum and went home.  I've just made some pizza bases and we've all populated them with our favourite ingredients. Sha and her dad had an argument about bacon.

Sha told me yesterday that her father was very confused about why I wanted him to swim across a river yesterday.   That was embarrassing.  I'd been trying to mime canoeing and obviously got it rather wrong.  Luckily he didn't jump in the river.

... but they can swim

There was a frog in here

time to eat the pizza