Bring It On

So, tomorrow is supposed to be 37, the day after that 35. For the first time in almost 19 years I say bring it on. As much as we hate this house it has one redeeming feature – air conditioning. Hang the expense (although I think evaporative systems are cheaper to run), we’ll be hunkered down in fresh air comfort all weekend. If the cats have any sense they’ll join us.

Only possible draw back is we may be getting no sleep tomorrow night. Our neighbour over the back fence is having a party and dropped around to tell us as much. At least he had the decency to let us know (although what we’re supposed to do with this knowledge I have no idea) and left his business card with instructions to SMS him if it was too much. That’s neighbourly, and considerate.

Crunch

Okay, I get the hint.

Sitting at a red light at  the intersection of Kings Way and Albert Rd on the way to work this morning I was listening to the latest G’day World podcast when I hear the unmistakable crunch of plastic and metal.

Centimetres away from my rear right panel two cars had crunched . It looks like the one in the far lane had tried merging left only to be met solidly in their rear wheel by a car in the lane next to me. I watched in the mirror as both drivers sat for what seemed an age staring straight ahead, as if by shear force of ignoring they could make this hassle go away. Sadly for them the cars didn’t magically untangle and they both hopped out, pen and paper in hand. Behind them traffic two lanes of traffic were already banking up.

A police road worthy narrowly missed on Saturday then one car and ten centimetres off an accident this morning. I think someone is trying to tell me something and I may drop in to get my tyres inspected on the way home today.

Thank You Idiots

Generally I complain about idiots on the road and wish they had just stayed at home. Today, for the first time ever I actually thanked one for being out and about.

We were picking up Phee from nana’s when we were motioned off the road by police to join a queue of cars. it quickly became obvious it was a road worthy check. I look after my car well, there’s no problems with it. Only thing is I need to get my tyres looked at. They have a few k’s on them, no way approaching bald, but could probably be replaced if I was being super diligent.

As the cars moved forward I noticed that when it came to okay looking cars the only thing the group of police seemd to check were the tires. Bugger. This had the potential to turn in to an expensive pick up.

Then salvation came in the form of a white late 80’s Toyotta Corolla.

This car, rear bumper almost falling off and missing a rear light, was two cars in front. You could practically see the cops salivate as it ground to a stop. They didn’t take long to pull it over to the side and all of the squad decended on the travelling pile of scrap with great zeal; pads and pens at the ready. We got our turn two cars later, and all the lone policewoman left looking after the remaining cars could do was check Rae’s license and the rego.

Off to Beaurepairs this week I think.

The First

I just heard my first cicada for the summer. Roll on hot lazy days.

(I didn’t get lost in Sydney, just ended up generating so much work I’ve been run off my feet for the past two weeks. I’m still flat out but thought I’d better put something up before 2006 disappears.)

Guess Where I Am

The Sydney Opera House Syndey Harbour Bridge

a quickr pickr post

Photos are from my old camera phone, I really need to update to a better camera for snaps such as this. Yes, I am in Sydney on business. I’ve spent a day with a couple of my Sydney based clients and have a couple more tomorrow. It’s funny meeting people face to face after years of emails and phone calls. One matched my image almost perfectly, the other was so far off it was scary! I’ve also picked up a new client so the trip has been very worthwhile.

I’ve lashed out and am staying in the lap of luxury just off Circular Quay. Seafood by the harbour, a stroll around the rocks and Circular Quay after dinner and now I’m back in the room getting some work done. Hopefully I will have a couple of hours spare tomorrow afternoon to have a wander around the city and take some proper photos before I head on home.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten my family, Bert has made sure of that. I was walking to the terminal this morning and could feel a stone in my shoe. I took it off after I checked in only to find half a squashed biscuit (cookie if there are still any American readers out there) all over my sock. Well done son.

Signs at 350 Clarendon St, South Melbourne

More old signs, this time spotted next to Westpac in South Melbourne.

350 Clarendon St, South Melbourne

This shop has two great signs for ‘Afternoon Tea’ and ‘Choice Confectionary’ right at street level. I wonder how on earth have they survived this long? I also wonder if there’s more gold underneath the sign above the door.

Afternoon Teas Choice Confectionary