A move of some furniture in our lounge room on Australia day, meant a temporary relocation of the stereo on to the floor. Of course, the cat immediately appropriated it as her personal heated cat throne. Here she is chilling out to Lucky Ocean’s Secret Steel.
The possum in our shed that survived the roller door incident last year has settled in and is a pretty relaxed possum these days. Today I found it reclining flat on its back on a shelf in the shed with a very contented attitude. My daughter snapped this photo and then engaged in a bit of digital mischief to suggest the source of the contentedness.
Happy Australia Day weekend.
I was walking in town the other day past some traffic lights when a driver at the front of the queue must have got distracted and didn’t move off when the lights went green. The driver behind gave them a friendly wake-up toot on the horn. I know it was friendly because it was the merest infinitesimal toot, not a protracted drawn out kind of toot that is precursor to violent road rage. We seem to have a fairly well understood convention that the length of car horn toot is proportional to aggression.
But bicycle bells are different …
- Friendly middle aged man concerned for pedestrian safety wants to say ‘be careful I’m about to pass you’ … Ding.
- Psychopathic misambulist* expressing utter disdain for idiots in their way … Ding.
Sigh. Oh the inarticulateness of the humble bicycle bell.
* Not a real word (until now) – I just made it up – it means “pedestrian hater.”
Here’s a “Then and Now” whose results I wasn’t too pleased with, documenting the handiwork of the Ausgrid tree contractors who have been through Lambton recently.
I’m no arborist, so I’ll have to charitably assume they knew what they were doing, but the result sure is an ugly mess.
The only consolation is, as Mark MacLean points out, in the long run vegetation eventually wins.