postcard from suburbia
Well it’s been 5 days since I finished packing and decamped to a little house way, way, way across from the city. Despite that I haven’t spent a single one of these days without heading back to the bright lights of Melbourne Town or my familiar inner city. But I can tell you, I’m over the commuting lark.
Trains: full of people, so many that even for the princely sum of $6 to travel all day – it doesn’t always come with a seat. How absurd. Maybe I should take my own chair? Half an hour is too long to stand after a long day at work. I must have looked really haggard (or just fat?) one day, when a man in his 50’s offered me a seat. I was chuffed, but despite my aching feet, sadly declined in an attempt to remain egalitarian. After all, he was probably as knackered as I was. I am getting less concerned about missing my station and have progressed to plugging into the pod and attempting to chill out. Hell, I have over 14 days of continuous music and podcasts on the thing to get through and the darling Phillip Adams keeps pumping out another edition of Late Night Live 5 days a week. So I guess there may be a productive side to commuting after all.
I am not enjoying having to get up half an hour earlier, nor getting home so much later. Yes I am a lazy Princess Woos, I know.
Speaking of Princess’s, Princess Prissy Paws is doing a valiant job coping with her new surroundings. Well the environment is fine, a nice bed with room service, but 3 new siblings has been a tad challenging. They, on the other hand, have barely wasted breath on a hiss at her, while PPP is puffing like a steam engine. No blood spilt yet. Greater tolerance than expected, all round.
Here in the leafy suburbs it’s almost impossible to have a full load of washing on the line without at least 2 items getting targeted by the birds. Birdshit lotto could turn into an exciting new game.
I have only been back to the house once, which was a couple of hours after the gutting began. “Do you find this scary?” they asked cautiously. No way! I have waited a long time to see the pine vanity unit hit the rubbish pile, the shower doors that never ran properly, the greasy crevice at the back of the stove to be made redundant.
Had better go back and supervise another kitty pow wow.
Hope all is well in your part of the world,
PS: some holiday updates over at my food blog.