We have the paper delivered every morning. And I'm not sure if he throws it straight into the big purple bush on purpose, or if thats just the way it works out. And even though this big purple bush is thick and sturdy and plentiful, somehow the paper always slips through the cracks and ends up on the ground. And in far enough that I usually have to get on my knees, sometimes with the torch, and fish around for it. The other day a man was walking past and stopped to ask if I'd lost a cat.
Fishing for the paper doesn't really bother me though.
What bothers me is the cling wrap he rolls it in. Now I know the cling wrap is a good thing and it saves my paper from getting dirty and wet. But he must have some supersonic clingwrap wrapping machine because it is almost always impossible to find the end.
And I've decided I can tell what kind of day I'm going to have, by how annoying the cling wrap is to get off the paper that morning.
Because sometimes you can slide your nail in there and find the corner pretty easily. But other times it is nowhere to be found. And you have to resist the urge to grab the cling wrap and try to force it off by pulling it or rolling it. Because I've seen Daz do that. And it always ends in failure. And frustration.
I've learnt great patience over the years with the morning paper delivery. But if today was anything to go by I should just go back to bed now and forget the rest of the day.
Here is a mulberry daquari that Leendl and Raymond convinced me to make. It looked nice, but there were way too many seedy bits in it. And it was a bit sweet.
Mind you, not as sweet as this stuff I mixed up for Kimbas birthday. But I finished it off last night and added soda water to it and it was much nicer.
Then I gave myself a haircut.