Ok, I’ll come clean, I’ve been insanely bad at updating this. Not just naughty bad, or tut-tut bad. Not even slap-on-the-wrist bad. We are talking mega, ultra bad, or as the natives would say “heaps bad”. Yes, the new adjective to slip into the household vocabulary is ‘heaps’. Sigh.
Five lines in and I’m already digressing…
Now where do I start? Traditionally it’s at the beginning, but I say meh, pish and twiddle at tradition. I’ll start somewhere towards the end and alternatively work forward and backward. That should mix things up a bit.
Currently residing in the ‘burbs, specifically the Brisbane bayside, one wakes each morning to the light rumble of the train line running by our rental. Now we knew the train line was here before we moved, it’s a trade off for proximity to school (just around the corner) and train station (again with the corner), and also, it’s got a pool! Yes, the English fixation with pools is as engrained as eating pancakes and drinking … well drinking anything. It’s not Olympic size, but it’s big enough for us and of course we would use it everyday. Or so we thought. As it turns out being a pool owner isn’t all skinny dipping and splashy splashy. in reality it’s about 5 percent splashy and 95 percent cleaning filters, adding treatments, testing pH and free chlorine levels. No-one mentioned my A level in Chemistry would be needed for a dip! Also they never tell you that ‘pool weather’ is actually only 3-4 months. For the rest of the time there is 0 percent splashy splashy!
