Of perverts and geraniums...

I had a cleanup of the garden at home. When I bought the new house I knew it had a weird garden. As I was cleaning up, a landscape dude came to give me a quote for paving out the back. He looked at the garden out front as he passed and pointed to one area and said “What do you think they were thinking when they did that?” The area is question is one I call “The perverts stand.” Why? Well it was this rocky area in front of the sunroom window and was bare of everything but for stones, strangely bent wood and weeds. A good friend of mine indicated it looked like somewhere a pervert would stand with his nose to the window. Hmmm...anyway, it is no more and any passing pervert will be disappointed.

I like simple, old fashioned hardy plants that kick the arse of trendy plants that last one season and cark it (die). So I planted impatiens, geraniums, marigolds and daisies. I’m a simple soul…no really, I bloody am…I am also knackered as hell and pissed off the ‘kink free’ hose I bought was very kinky. Hmmm…I don’t mind kinky but not in garden equipment…I shall be having ‘words’ with them....I want no hoses with sexual perversions.

Mine, mine, mine…

Today at 3pm-ish I pick up the keys to XH. That’s the house I bought in Cairns. I can hardly wait. I've worked bloody hard for this and frankly I deserve it. I have loaded up Patrick, my stoic car, with stuff I can’t trust the movers with and after work I’m going over to the house to claim it is mine…mine, all mine. (insert fiendish laugh)

Ugly ducklings

I had a real estate agent (realtor) come the other day to value my property for sale. My life is taking a wild 180 degree turn and I’m taking chances on the opportunities that are being thrust my way. The agent walked around my house, made notes and scribbled down a figure. He stopped and asked me what I thought the price would be. I thought back to when I bought the house ten years ago. I bought into a suburb that everyone said was ‘bad’ and ‘poor’ as you do when you have no money but lots of hope. Everyone thought I was mad. I was – still am – but I always believe everything has potential even though it may be hidden. I gave him the figure I thought. He smiled and showed me what it was really worth. I nearly fell down in shock – and it takes a lot to shock me.

‘Poor’ and ‘bad’? Nah – just an ugly duckling biding it’s time.

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