7 weeks in
The holiday ends but where da plane boss? Hmmm, hmmm. There is no plane for I do not go home. I no longer have a home other than that generic place me and 60 odd million other people call home. Old Blighty, a tear in either eye as, with hand upon our breast, we stand proud and upright and bellow the first verse and chorus of the old dirge. The rest we ignore because it mentions killing Scottish people and that’s just not the done thing anymore. So 1740s.
I’m not anywhere near to understanding this place. They show trans Tasman sheep shearing contests on Sky Sport (Not Sky Sports, Sky Sport), there’s a rugby channel, everyone drives 3 litre + muscle cars or Japanese imports, old ladies in Scoobys driving at 2 miles an hour so everybody sees them, tractor adverts on the telly along with others recommending products to increase lactation in cows towards the end of their natural lactal cycles, the smell of wood burning central heating, eggs in burgers. But on the pros side comes; superb wine, excellent locally caught sea food, stunning scenery, wonderful, intelligent people and those beautiful blue/green monkey lizards that hover above the trees preening one another although they do throw their rabid shite at anyone who happens to wander by.
The holiday ends because tomorrow I start earning. The aim of this is to get some ‘Money’ which I intend to ‘Buy’ things with and also rent a ‘Flat’ which is a kind of house but (as you may guess from its name) flatter.
The result of all these shenanigans is to make me happier, of course. This is the thing I must never forget. That and keeping an eye out for blue/green monkey lizards.
I’m not anywhere near to understanding this place. They show trans Tasman sheep shearing contests on Sky Sport (Not Sky Sports, Sky Sport), there’s a rugby channel, everyone drives 3 litre + muscle cars or Japanese imports, old ladies in Scoobys driving at 2 miles an hour so everybody sees them, tractor adverts on the telly along with others recommending products to increase lactation in cows towards the end of their natural lactal cycles, the smell of wood burning central heating, eggs in burgers. But on the pros side comes; superb wine, excellent locally caught sea food, stunning scenery, wonderful, intelligent people and those beautiful blue/green monkey lizards that hover above the trees preening one another although they do throw their rabid shite at anyone who happens to wander by.
The holiday ends because tomorrow I start earning. The aim of this is to get some ‘Money’ which I intend to ‘Buy’ things with and also rent a ‘Flat’ which is a kind of house but (as you may guess from its name) flatter.
The result of all these shenanigans is to make me happier, of course. This is the thing I must never forget. That and keeping an eye out for blue/green monkey lizards.