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The deluged heart of the idle cosmopolite is a hut for no one



By golly, you know there must be a degree of emotional termult when you delve in Johann Gottfried Herder for your title! I have previously expressed an interest in the whole Sturm und Drang movement. But enough inner turmoil, I have a photograph to explain!

And isn't it action packed?

But why was I outside of a wine bar when I was supposed to be at work? Well, you would be forgiven for thinking that.

After work yesterday, I had to nip back into the maternity ward of the hospital to get a stamp on a form. This stamp would once and for all establish Ezra's existence in the eyes of the omnipotent bureaucratic apparatus that sits over all of us here in Australia. I am relived to now know that the little bloke is now real because I was starting to think that the shrieking little thing keeping me up all night was some sort of malevolent apparition.

But he has been just a dear little baby boy all along!

If that wasn't overwhelming enough, my journey to the hospital was made even more eventful for the appearance of not more apparitions, rather big trucks, screeching sirens and flashing coloured lights.

[In the fog of my tired head I hear Stanley Kowalski bellowing “STELLA! STELLA!!!” at the thought of those coloured lights.]

Where was I?

Oh, the photo. Christ I am tired.

Yeah, there must have been some alarm somewhere, and all of a sudden there were two fire engines and a whole mess of firemen (AND firewomen, I might add) back from rescuing cats up trees ready to respond to the threat of inferno.

So I took this photo.

And now I have posted it.

Comments

You should have stopped in for a glass of wine Kris!
Kris McCracken said…
I think that one glass of wine would have finished me off for the day, and I still had four hours until Henry goes to bed!

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