Random thoughts: it must be term break – either that or we’ve gone back into lockdown and no one told me. I don’t really think of living next door to three schools and a student residence as intrusive – I just notice them as background noise if anything. But the absence of the kids makes our walks very very quiet – a weird feeling. My first week here coincided with the fall term break, it got dark early, I didn’t have internet, the house was new to me – I admit now that I was a little freaked out my first week here by the general silence and darkness. There is a fitness centre on the 2nd floor of the high school and I can see it from my windows – it made me feel better to see the lights on and people working out (yes, like they would see and hear me being attacked by a knife-wielding madman from all the way across a field, and then make it over here in time to stop the carnage – that’s NOT the point). But now, the days are longer and I feel at home, so it’s more Scout who misses their presence; the kids do like her.
House Inspection: I have been notified by the property managers that they are coming later this week for a property inspection. I immediately started cleaning !?! Honestly, what do I think this is going to be? White gloves and litmus papers? I realised I was a tad OTT when Scout got up for the third time and left the room I was working in.
Spag Bol: I have an Aussie friend who abbreviates a lot of words. She likes a cuppa, often with a biccy. My favourite – and it did take LL & me a while to figure this one out – is when they talk about Macca’s. It wasn’t until she mentioned a cheeseburger that we realized she was talking about McDonald’s! It seems this is a very Aussie thing to do. Brits do the same thing, often regarding food: mash for mashed potatoes, sarni for sandwich, bevvy for beverage. Tonight I am making a British classic: spag bol. Not spaghetti bolognese, that takes too long to say and sounds pretentious. I’m making spag bol.