I think, personally, that 1am on a Monday morning is a superb time to start worrying about:

  • The financial markets
  • My parents’ wellbeing
  • Whether I sent that email at 5.10pm or did I leave it in draft?
  • The time my friends went to a party without me when I was 17
  • Why my tomatoes aren’t red yet
  • Whether I turned the water off or not
  • The time a bartender gave me flowers with a note ‘I think you are cute’ but it turned out it was a joke and everyone at the pub laughed at me
  • The nectarine tree up the road shedding all that fruit, what a waste. And if I leave a note in their letterbox asking if I can have some nectarines, will they be nice neighbours who will say, here we go, or will they ignore me?
  • The dogs and how hot they will get today
  • If I have offended anyone lately

I must spend at least 20% of my days and nights worrying. Despite the cuddly meme above, it’s hard to get to grips with.



Things I have learned this week

  • If you spray caterpillar killing spray stuff on a new tomato plant, said tomato plant will wither and die within 3-4 days. Fact.
  • The vet at FTG is lovely and canine vax are not actually that expensive for 65 kg of pure dog. (Although George’s provenance still very much a mystery.)
  • The hype surrounding The Force Awakens is actually rather awesome, and it’s not hard to stay spoiler free right now (although this may change in the next two days).
  • ‘Empire’ mag is still as readable as ever (see above).
  • Tony Abbott is like a cockroach you just can’t kill, or a possum you just can’t keep out of your garden. (Why TF is he still getting airtime? No one cares that he bought a fridge on gumtree. I’ve bought dozens of things on ebay. See? No one cares.)
  • There are still people, in the corporate world, who still rant, rave, send rude ranty raving emails, and think this will do minimal harm to their career / their work relationships. (I know.)
  • Bridge Road still has some good bargains but you have to hunt around a bit more than you did in 2005.
  • Stay organised, plan in advance, and you can conquer anything (e.g. fitting into red silk dress you bought for 30th, organising xmas presents, organising weddings, etc)
  • The new fitbit strap is not quite as robust as its predecessor. As a result, I am sans fitbit. The horror!

Poss. Off.

Dear Mr Possum

Look, you know? I get it. You’re hungry. And you like zucchinis. Hey, I get that. I love zucchinis too. Such a versatile vegetable aren’t they. Such a good way to greens into the kids’ meals.

I know you think you have been clever, with your sheltering in our roof, plucking off the odd strawberry from the strawberry plant (just a couple, mind, so i assume it’s a bird) or teasing the crap out of the dogs at 10pm. And yes, I get that you are native to Australia and I am not.
But Possum? You are being watched my friend. You have gone too far this time.
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If I catch you doing this again, the punishment will be swift and harsh. Please join the perimeter of your cousins over at the bins at number 9. They would love to accommodate you and your needs.

On not being a vegetable

Sunday morning, woke up reasonably clear headed, contemplating a coffee and the paper and perhaps a run, only to be confronted by BBF in the kitchen. He had been up for several hours (this is an insight into one of life’s mysteries: trying to get him up on a weekday morning is like trying to remove burnt cheese from the toastie maker; on weekends he springs out of bed and starts being productive) and greeted me with a sprightly: ‘Good morning darling! Guess what you’re doing today?’

‘I can’t guess. What.’

‘You’re gardening! 4 cubic metres of dirt is turning up in 15 minutes. Should be enough for the veggie garden. Enjoy that coffee, then work to do darls!’

I scowled at him from under sleep-encrusted eyelashes. ‘Well played dear’.

So it was that I spent the lion’s share of Sunday barrowing, shovelling and spreading dirt out in Vegie Patch, preparing the soil for planting veggies. With some research (The Lazy Gardener, and brains trust on Facebook) under my belt I can now be quietly confident that this year’s crop of tomatoes will be superior to the last (last year I managed several hundred pots of green tomato chutney and not much else).

Head space slightly better. Sometimes the whole ‘keeping busy’ methodology isn’t useful for (my) mental issues, but these last few days it’s been quite beneficial – as well as the general chores on Sunday I managed a run, a lemon tart for FIL, and a lamb rack for dinner. Being productive is nice – at least I feel useful.

Running update: 56 mins to do 7.48k on Sunday arvo. Not bad. Not good. Sprint training to bring up speed starts again this week.