It was the St Kilda festival this weekend, and since I live in St Kilda, I got as far away as physically possible. This was quite difficult, due to the horrendous traffic. I went out in the morning, and when I came back at about 12pm, my street was backed up like dooce. Eventually I got home, then realised I needed to get out again. Walking! Terribly underrated! Let’s do that! Hey, I’ve just realised I could have rented out my carpark for an exorbitant sum. Bugger. Maybe I’ll do that for Grand Prix.
Apart from that, Sunday was astonishingly windy, so much so that I got blown onto tiptoes while waiting at a pedestrian crossing. Now, I’m not all that big, but never before have I seriously considered the possibility of being blown away in a gust of wind. I am not Mary Poppins, people. I don’t have the skills to cope with such an event. It did not happen, but who knows what the outcome would have been had I been holding an umbrella. Hilarity, no doubt.
I am typing this at work, and I just leaned forward to squint at an email on my screen and my iPod earbud fell out of my ear and onto my desk. I vaguely felt around for it on my desk whilst continuing to read the email. Picking it up, I went to re-insert it into my ear, before realising I had picked up a small plastic footballer instead. I don’t think much sound comes out of one of those things.
It’s not only four year olds that push inappropriate things into their ears.
Or so I hear.