The power is out. I have had what I believe is referred to as a bracingly cold shower and am lying on a towel, staring into the silent dark, and the cat is flopped in the courtyard, catching wisps of the sea breeze, and regretting that he hasn’t transitioned sooner from his puffy winter jacket…

I am given to idly wondering if the people next door take the incessant barking of their dog for granted or if, like the rest of the neighbourhood, they can still appreciate their pooch’s ability to explore new, weekend morning peace-shattering, heights of volume and pitch for sustained periods of time.

Sitting outside the post office where my parcel locker is – because I’ve just collected one parcel – and my Australia Post app tells me that a second parcel was delivered to the post office this very morning – and when I arrived a young woman was hauling a trolley of parcels back inside –…

1. I am wearing sockettes which do not have decent heel grip so as I walk they slide off my heel and bunch up under my foot. (Quite frankly, this is rapidly escalating from grievance to crisis.) 2. My coffee is too milky. I made this morning’s BREW in my new, large keep cup and…

I ducked down to the shops yesterday to get some cat food, as stocks had become Desperately Low, and returned with an artisanal* loaf of bread and a pack of glass straws. Because…stoilish, I guess? This morning I am up and at ‘em bright and early and have prepped my first iced coffee of the…

Muttering to myself and writing a to do list for all that must be accomplished in the garden this fine probably just okay Spring. Top of the list is suppressing the desire to MUDDER the bloody dog next door.