The flies flit about my face as I try to sleep with cries of:
"Gday mate"
"Ya POM"
"Stick another shrimp on the barby"
... though all in Fly, so I'm just assuming the translations. TO say that they are tenacious would be an understatement. They wake up at the crack of dawn to do a good spot of bothering before they've even had a spot of breako or even a comically sized beer. Today, so god help me, I'm going to war with the little buggers...
Again, the sun is shining, what's that saying about the rightious and the sun? Not that I'm suggesting that any of you are anything but righteous, it is just that I am more so than you. This halo can be bloody heavy at times.
In Australia they don't serve booze in the supermarket, instead they have shops of bottles which they, imaginatively, call 'bottle shops'. As you may have surmised, I visited one of these dens of devilry yesterday, buying for a friend of course... Only 3 years old, you know how it is...
A storm came in last night, rained as if god was tipping out his paddling pool, thunder like god had eaten beans. This morning it is clear and a lot fresher, the humidity had been rising a lot, at midnight it was 26 degrees and 90% humidity. I sat listening to the frogs bellowing their nocturnal mating call and it very much reminded me of a sweaty club in Leicester.
A few doors down from us there lives a man who does horrible things to a guitar for hours on end. If you know me, you will know that I am a guitar lover, and give generously to 'guide guitars for the blind'. I've considered being a buitarette walker but I don't think it would be fair on either of us, I just don't have the time. Anyway, 'guitar hero' as we have dubbed him, or I have dubbed him and am waiting for the others to take up the clever nickname, plays for about five hours non stop, loud and painful. Is this what my own neighbors have to put up with back home? With this in mind I attempt to be rather generous with my view of his skills, saying things like:
"We all have to start somewhere"
And:
"Bless him".
However, I do find myself questioning my rather positive belief that anyone can learn how to play the guitar. Sadly, in this case, I think I'll have to report him to guitar cruelty. Maybe the instrument in question can be rehoused, who knows, it's all very sad.
Watched a rather overly dramatic version of animal hospital called 'Bondi", forgive the poor spelling. I, believing in the balance of things, thought there would be an english version of Rolf Harris presenting it, maybe Tony Heart? But no. They found a funnel web in someones house. Needless to say I used almost half a bottle of bug spray on myself and my bed last night, almost repelling myself in the process.
The sun has gone in. I'm going to find coffee, though the stuff that Bridge found lurking at the back of a cupboard tastes more like Bisto, which makes sense, it was bought by a friend who was previously visiting, we know him simply as 'Northern'. I think his real name is Per-tuna McWobbleElbow, but I may be wrong, it has happened before.
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