HIM – (after watching Maeve O’Mara’ food programme on SBS) – “I want wine” HER – “It’s supposed to be another alcohol free day” HIM – “Bugger!” HER – “If we say we’re gunna do it, we should do it – no wine” HIM – “Ohhhh” HER – “I know, let’s have white” HIM – “OK – I suppose that will do”
The old man wakes way before dawn. He reads for a while. He researches Tang Band full range speaker drivers, but only briefly. The galahs awake in the trees outside. The skies pinken. He watches a bit of the news on ABC 24 using his iPad. He allows his daughter to have first access to the shower so she can spend all the time she needs to get ready to set off for a day at university. While she’s showering he tidies the kitchen a bit whilst looking forward to the warm trickling waters from the shower-head. She finishes in the shower. The sleeping wife springs from the mattress and enters the shower while his back is briefly turned. Oh the cruel irony of it all. Another week starts. Unwashed.
It’s a beauteous sunny day in Nairne, in South Australia’s sunny Adelaide Hills.
Beauteous, but I’m not suggesting that it’s warm or anything approaching warm, however I have a jumper and am sitting wearing it with the house’s doors and windows open – Celebrating winter.
A cooling breeze, with “a taste of spring-time on its lips”, has come in playing with my aged whiskers.
Because I am a caring and sharing senior citizen, I am sharing beautiful strains of classical music with the neighbours (OK – it’s not “classical” per se, but rather Robert Plant [“Pictures At Eleven”]), but “classical” sounds so much more sophisticated and fitting for an aged and sophisticated gent such as myself (and that album is a classic of its kind.)
I wonder what the poor people are doing? … probably, like me, they are wondering how to pay both the Council Rates AND the electricity bill both due this month.
Meanwhile “Down at the station where the trains come in” … all is well, and time for a (low carb) sandwich and a cup of tea.
It’s typical, isn’t it? The sun starts to set, the shadows lengthen, and your eye wanders towards the wine and cheese. Then suddenly, with no prior arrangement, a guest shows up on the front lawn. … And, what’s more, she’s got her kid with her (albeit all quietly tucked up and asleep). Really.