Monday 7pm
I woke up late this morning. The day progressed from coffee, to tea and now duty free gin. It is a public holiday today. I am not sure for. Perhaps Labor day. Or the Queen's birthday. Actually, Work Choices abolished Labor day, so I'm not sure. I am grateful for it just the same.
I am listening to the postal service (because my sister stole my 'the herd' album) and organising my desk. This is the last thing I have turned to. I vacuumed, and cleaned the spare room, dusted all the surfaces and wiped the basins and sinks. And it is only just now that I have turned to my room.
This is clumsy metaphor for one of my greatest weaknesses. I focus on everything else and give it all my energy before I turn to deal with the internal house cleaning that really should have been done first. And so, almost focused on the work at hand, I decide to post.
We did go to Europe, and we did have a most diverting time. We were rained on a lot. And we were constantly surprised by the English propensity to eat icecreams by the seaside when it rains. We were shocked by the cost of everything in Paris (and so Jools and I contented ourselves with fresh bread and cheese and cheap red wine). We enjoyed deep fried cheese and surprisingly good vegetarian food in Prague. We were thoroughly delighted to bump into my mother's sister in Berlin (she was meant to be in the Black Forrest). We played in Legoland and resisted the lure of kippers in Whitby. We laughed at the Edinburgh Fringe festival. We gratefully took to our beds when we arrived in Canberra.
And I hardly thought at all. I had planned for days of quiet introspection and thought. It didn't happen. Perhaps there was too much to see, or perhaps I was just too tired or out of the habit.
I read Neil Gaiman (Neverwhere) and Virginia Woolf in London, Primo Levi in Berlin, Kafka in Prague, a Whitby murder mystery in Paris and the Guardian and Times when in the UK. Photos below.
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I am listening to the postal service (because my sister stole my 'the herd' album) and organising my desk. This is the last thing I have turned to. I vacuumed, and cleaned the spare room, dusted all the surfaces and wiped the basins and sinks. And it is only just now that I have turned to my room.
This is clumsy metaphor for one of my greatest weaknesses. I focus on everything else and give it all my energy before I turn to deal with the internal house cleaning that really should have been done first. And so, almost focused on the work at hand, I decide to post.
We did go to Europe, and we did have a most diverting time. We were rained on a lot. And we were constantly surprised by the English propensity to eat icecreams by the seaside when it rains. We were shocked by the cost of everything in Paris (and so Jools and I contented ourselves with fresh bread and cheese and cheap red wine). We enjoyed deep fried cheese and surprisingly good vegetarian food in Prague. We were thoroughly delighted to bump into my mother's sister in Berlin (she was meant to be in the Black Forrest). We played in Legoland and resisted the lure of kippers in Whitby. We laughed at the Edinburgh Fringe festival. We gratefully took to our beds when we arrived in Canberra.
And I hardly thought at all. I had planned for days of quiet introspection and thought. It didn't happen. Perhaps there was too much to see, or perhaps I was just too tired or out of the habit.
I read Neil Gaiman (Neverwhere) and Virginia Woolf in London, Primo Levi in Berlin, Kafka in Prague, a Whitby murder mystery in Paris and the Guardian and Times when in the UK. Photos below.
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