Today - the great hunt for string, to tie my tower of broken-down boxes into rafts of cardboard for the recycling. This in order to steer me away from ill-advised attempts to shift the heavier junk out to the end of the driveway for the inorganic collection. We'll go to Sylvia Park, so that Minkie can look at all the lovely people while I do my ( Read more... )

Hot humidity with an extra helping of mosquitties. We spent a miserable night last night fending off mozzies with listless, frustrated, half-asleep flailing (go eat him, he's tastier, my skin is un-delicious), flyspray next to the pillow, with the windows as open as they get for an occasional tad of cool air. Dawn comes straight through the bedroom ( Read more... )

In the spirit of further procrastination... just had a visit from spam's mum bearing a bag of fresh peaches from her garden. Very timely, as I'd just found a delicious-sounding fruit crumble recipe this morning. Need more muesli for crumbly goodness. The peaches smell gooooood.

So I had all these plans for today - there were at least two, two marvellous plans, anyway - and they've all fallen by the wayside with the decision to start a journal instead. So fickle, me. My plans, because getting them in writing is practically the same as actually carrying them out, were to start work on the chaos in the garage, and to watch ( Read more... )