My snail is still slowly swimming over from the U.S. You wouldn't want to abandon the poor dogged little critter would you, after all its hard work. It's probably swimming into Sydney Harbour as I type. Then it has to edge it's way over to Central Station and catch a train to Newcastle. Then it will have to catch a bus. Luckily it's only a short slimy stroll across the road from the bus stop to my place.

I haven't figured out how it's going to manage to hop up onto the train and the bus, but I'm sure it's had plenty of time to think of something.

Helen