Sorry this blog has been so sporadic since my return to Sydney. To tell the truth, there just hasnt been that much interesting happening to write about. After staying a week in Lane Cove, we returned to the house in Paddington for another two weeks of catsitting Inky. Since then, we have settled into an uneasy regime.
You will notice the word 'we' appearing a lot here. Me and Harri have been thrown together, and have basically turned into an old married couple. Unable to afford a traditional night out, we have taken to inviting friends round for dinner in the hope that they bring wine and entertainment. It has been commented on by many of these friends that we have started finishing each others sentences, and making comments such as 'oh yes, WE loved that!' We drink tea and put our glasses on and read in bed and have developed habits of the 'honey, I'm home' kind. Its a bit sickening...
So, yes, at the moment, life goes: job hunt, flat hunt, watch movies (save money), walk in centennial park, pass out in front of fan afterwards.
After two consecutive evenings of watching her on screen (Hunger Games and then the Oscars), WE have both developed a huge girl crush on Jennifer Lawrence. She comes up in conversation at least 4 times a day. Often followed by some kind of abuse of Anne Hathaway.
Headed to coles for the weekly food shop this morning, stopping via the pet shop at Bondi which to our joy and disgust still contains tiny puppies and kittens in cages. Kelpie puppies priced at only $50, clearly so desperate for exercise that they are running round banging into their enclosures, as opposed to the drugged up kittens who woke up to be sick, lick lips, and then fall asleep again. Nice. It was heartbreaking to walk away from some of them. The Cavoodles, less so (part King Charles Cavalier, part poodle - not my fave...)
Poor Inky has been renamed Stinky due to his breath. We give him lots of love and affection and he repays it by starting to wash while sitting on your lap and almost causing you to pass out. While he doesnt seem to fond of his nickname, he isnt taking the hint either.
Its been a very buggy week. The other night, we were startled to see a huge cockroach walking across the ceiling. Talking about 3 inches long here. Too big. When pursued, it started to fly madly around the room. We were horrified, not having realised that flying was part of their creepy repertoire. On closer research (wikipedia) it was revealed that 'Australian cockroaches fly in hot weather'. Great. The next morning I came downstairs to walk straight through hundred of tiny spider webs. The wall was covered in tiny spiders. In the UK, I would label them as 'money spiders', harmless, sweet creatures that didnt merit squashing. However on closer observation, these tiny spiders were clearly huntsmen, and would grow from a few millimetres into monstrous palm-sized biting machines. Not good for sharing a house with. I unleashed a stream of insect spray onto them. To my intense discomfort, instead of dying quietly, thousands of the bloody things came streaming out from under the skirting board like some kind of post apocalyptic horror film. They swarmed towards my feet, as I let loose with the can of 'raid', screaming intermitently.
The joys of Australia. I miss home...!
You will notice the word 'we' appearing a lot here. Me and Harri have been thrown together, and have basically turned into an old married couple. Unable to afford a traditional night out, we have taken to inviting friends round for dinner in the hope that they bring wine and entertainment. It has been commented on by many of these friends that we have started finishing each others sentences, and making comments such as 'oh yes, WE loved that!' We drink tea and put our glasses on and read in bed and have developed habits of the 'honey, I'm home' kind. Its a bit sickening...
So, yes, at the moment, life goes: job hunt, flat hunt, watch movies (save money), walk in centennial park, pass out in front of fan afterwards.
After two consecutive evenings of watching her on screen (Hunger Games and then the Oscars), WE have both developed a huge girl crush on Jennifer Lawrence. She comes up in conversation at least 4 times a day. Often followed by some kind of abuse of Anne Hathaway.
Headed to coles for the weekly food shop this morning, stopping via the pet shop at Bondi which to our joy and disgust still contains tiny puppies and kittens in cages. Kelpie puppies priced at only $50, clearly so desperate for exercise that they are running round banging into their enclosures, as opposed to the drugged up kittens who woke up to be sick, lick lips, and then fall asleep again. Nice. It was heartbreaking to walk away from some of them. The Cavoodles, less so (part King Charles Cavalier, part poodle - not my fave...)
Poor Inky has been renamed Stinky due to his breath. We give him lots of love and affection and he repays it by starting to wash while sitting on your lap and almost causing you to pass out. While he doesnt seem to fond of his nickname, he isnt taking the hint either.
Its been a very buggy week. The other night, we were startled to see a huge cockroach walking across the ceiling. Talking about 3 inches long here. Too big. When pursued, it started to fly madly around the room. We were horrified, not having realised that flying was part of their creepy repertoire. On closer research (wikipedia) it was revealed that 'Australian cockroaches fly in hot weather'. Great. The next morning I came downstairs to walk straight through hundred of tiny spider webs. The wall was covered in tiny spiders. In the UK, I would label them as 'money spiders', harmless, sweet creatures that didnt merit squashing. However on closer observation, these tiny spiders were clearly huntsmen, and would grow from a few millimetres into monstrous palm-sized biting machines. Not good for sharing a house with. I unleashed a stream of insect spray onto them. To my intense discomfort, instead of dying quietly, thousands of the bloody things came streaming out from under the skirting board like some kind of post apocalyptic horror film. They swarmed towards my feet, as I let loose with the can of 'raid', screaming intermitently.
The joys of Australia. I miss home...!
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