Last night I went to add a bag to the garbage which had been taken out to the kerb by Pauline, the woman who cleans your garden whether you want her to or not. There was an elderly woman going through the recyclables bin, but it wasn't Pauline. She apologized and moved away. I told her she was OK to keep doing what she was doing, but she said "no, you have guns", and walked away.
I have been fenced away from the back yard and clothes line ahead of the new family moving into the house my flat is attached to. Somehow I don't think I should be their main concern.
At 7:30am I was woken by giants running around on my roof. By 8:30 the tradesmen (as it turned out) had stopped jumping on the roof, now a guy with a chainsaw is playing in the front garden.
I had to move out while my landlords renovated my kitchen. I spent 2 weeks staying with a friend in Dee Why (very long way outside of Sydney), and then a week running around Melbourne for the MEAA Freelancing as a Business Conference and training. I managed to catch up with seven friends and make some new ones, and see some of the Comedy Festival. The exhaustion has finally hit.
I'm still moving stuff filling my lounge room back into my newly renovated kitchen, and horrified that I can't simply plug in my old dishwasher to the new sink. It will take a while to make the new kitchen back-injury friendly.