What do you call this, then?

Bless me father for I have sinned… it’s been almost a decade since my last blog post. Why, you ask? It turns out my ‘fish out of water’ schtick only lasts as long as one feels like a fish out of water, and hitting 2.5 years in Timor-Leste coincided with my then-new life motto – ‘same shit, different country’. By the time you hit that point, you’ve become more than accustomed to your surroundings.

I’ve been inspired by my uber clever and witty big sister*, who is one a single woman crusade to bring back the retro art of bloggin’, one furry butt at a time.

*she’s, like, legit my sister, not just like a bloggin’ sister in arms or anything like that.

So where are we now? We are back in Australia, forging a path in Our Nation’s Capital. What that path is, I’m yet to determine. But I’ve racked up four years here. Same shit, different country.

Here is a recent photo of my. Those who know me will recognise the characteristic book hold, hair twirl stance. There is a foreign object locking me down, he seems far less willing to enter into conversation than all those pollies at their daily COVID briefings.

Chief Feline, The Hon Jet the Cat MC (member of couchiment)

Here is one of my bushes. Yes! Dear reader. I have more than one verdant bush. This one wins the award for covert verdancy. Cast your eyes beyond the immediate green and you will spy the abundance that our 60 year old brick wall is no doubt enjoying very much.

So glad it’s putting on a show for the wall ❤️

I think this is enough rambling for the evening. Thank you for visiting, and at some point when I log into WordPress from a computer rather than my phone, I’ll figure out how to republish all the old ramblings that seem to have gone missing from here.