Isn’t that smell lovely?

It is raining to the point that I might have to shut the window in my garrett.

This, in case you do not live in a city which is so dry that you must pump the washing machine water onto your front lawn, is brilliant.

If you need me, I’m in the backyard. Willing the rain to keep going, because there’s a chance that it will not.

UPDATE: It did not. As you were. With the buckets in the shower.

Hot March

At half past five when I went in everyone seemed tired. Shoulders stooped, heads down, and no-one ran for the flashing red man.

There was hardly any talk.

But when I came out at half past eight and it was nearly dark, glasses clinked, plates chinked and people laughed out loud.

I can feel it in my waters

Because of reasons, I have been having a little to do with Centrelink of late.

The woman said ‘no, you don’t need to inform us of that, it will happen automatically through the Department for this and because of the Regulations for That’.

If that is the truth, then it will be convenient.

But I just can’t shake this feeling that at some point (when I’m busy and stressed with other things and probably have a cold) I will discover that automatically actually meant a little more proactive involvement on my behalf. Even though I was very careful to ask (politely): ‘are you sure?’

It’s so cool, I think I might have to put clothes on after all

Well, really, that last entry was a bit dramatic, don’t you think?

And, you know, there’s nothing like a quick look through your statistics, and especially your  google searches to cheer you up.

I am going to write a poem.

It will begin

YOU NOCKED IN THE EGGS

or perhaps that’s how it will end.