For the next two weeks I’m a house-sitting tradie. Just what I need. A change of scene, some fresh country air, a big flat screen TV.
Hmm. I tried using that flat screen TV last night. The digit screen kept flickering and freezing.
This is why I read books.
Because it just so happens, that my temporary house is just down the road from my childhood one, which is still occupied by my parents and the three siblings who haven’t flown the nest yet.
So really. I’ve come home home.
Did I mention I love it out here?
What’s not to love? Paddocks of cows and fields of grass and miles of blue skies and whizzing along dirt roads…
Getting dust everywhere…
Being a kid and writing on your car window.
Aren’t you glad you have me around?