When I originally started my “Glimpses of…” series, I intended for its posts to be (only) of places I visited overseas. In short, places that are unfamiliar to me. But then I arrived home in Canberra, and realised that many of you reading this blog don’t, in fact, live in Canberra. (And why not, I ask you? We have so very, very many roundabouts. You really should come and live with us and our roundabouts. Life is more fantastic when you get to drive in circles all the time, I promise.)
So I started thinking that maybe this “Glimpses of…” thing doesn’t necessarily have to stop simply because I’m back on home turf. In other words, maybe you lot will be able to scrounge up some interest in this country Down Under, and at the same time I can benefit from trying to see Australia with fresh eyes. So what do you think? Here’s a taster, anyway…
What’s even better than a fat man reading a book? Gradations of fat men. Reading books. On a staircase.
It’s like a metaphor for… [I’m lost. Complete this sentence, someone?]
Oh, yes, I agree with you that these flowers look pretty. But hark! What was that? I think I hear the sound of hayfever in the distance! Yes, yes, there it is! The booming of impending doom, drawing ever nearer! Collect your hankies and your nasal sprays, beloveds. We’ve got one mother of a sneezy Spring to get through…
(Note to self: Don’t smugly tell your friends that you escaped hayfever this year, unless you simultaneously knock on wood. Otherwise you’ll find yourself moping around at home for four days in a row, headachey and exhausted. Pollen is vindictive that way.)
So the drought caused all your trees to die this year? No worries. Just make a tree yourself out of plastic tubing and baskets. No one will ever know the difference.
Bottom! Sand bottom! Bottom of sand! Eaten sandy bottom of sand eaten shark bottom! Bottom!
I will never ever forgive myself for not buying this book the minute I saw it. Would you believe that when I returned the next day to purchase it, it was gone? I’ve had to make do with imagining the plot myself. It has something to do with a Red-Wearing Harlot of disproportionately-long legs seducing men with her thongs (that’s flip-flops to you Americans… although…) into ravaging her in algae-infested ponds, then getting sued by said men until she manages to convince her lawyer to elope with her. And something about a stone. Okay, the finer details still need to be hammered out.
I haven’t told you about this granola yet. But I will. Pinky swear.
Wayfaring Chocolate out!
P.S. So what do you think, really? Is Canberra interesting enough for y’all to want to see more?
P.P.S. You know the magical almond maple cake? The maple flavour gets stronger with each day that passes. It’s fabulous.