what sort of bloody idiot gets a bobcat going at 8am?
the sort that lives across the road from me.
and daylight saving started today so even though my bedside clock said 8.01 my internal clock said 7.01, and anyway it's sunday, even 8.01 is too damn early. He must have been sitting there with his hand on the key just waiting for 8am to click over because thats the noise regulation law here – no noise before 8.am.
you know it arrived yesterday, on the back of a large semi – which aren't even allowed up our street mind you – and I knew it was going to be unpleasant
and his wife is unpleasant as well while I'm at it. She never acknowledges us. I don't want to be her bloody friend but a nod or a wave when we pass on the street would be nice. And the reason I'm cranky at her is because she hasn't come down and yelled at him yet for being an idiot. Any good wife by now would have stormed down the stairs and yelled at him and sent him off to do something else for an hour.
so thats why I'm up so early – even by day one of daylight saving standards
you know we got it wrong for years, we used to put the clock back instead of forward. And we'd turn up places and have to wait around for hours for them to open.
you know I thought I'd try this header with the koala because it was the only australian one I could find but I don't like it as much this morning as I did last night after a few vodkas. It's the wrong colour, we don't have murky browny pink dirt, it's red. Very rich red.