This will hurt me...

It's off to work, and it seems like I might not be the only one take a detour by the waterfront this morning. Alas, this was last week. This morning we've got snow halfway down the mountain, unceasing drizzle, and a southerly so chilly that it would perplex a penguin. Here is a poem that I have written: A Poem That I Have Written we do that we took that we want that we need that we know that we hope that we wish that we knew that we wanted that we asked that we heard that we stopped that.

I've just had one of the less enjoyable weeks of my life.

Here are some fine representatives of the Hobart City Council that you regularly see down at Salamanca on weekday mornings. Council workers are wonderful. Hard working, polite, and handsome, they truly are magnificent! Now, after having a dig at French rail workers and Australian teachers in the past few days, I have not let the fact that my father-in-law happens to be a council worker influence this commentary in any way, shape or form. For the most part, council workers are fine upstanding citizens... ...until they get a sniff of the compo, that it. :)