Aaah, lovely day outside, only 22 max but cloudless and still. I like it. I’m hearing the plaintive squawking of what I think are magpie chicks not far from my window as I heard the parent carolling a lot this morning. In the pine tree about 20m away, I think. I’ve never had any trouble with swooping since I’ve been here but I’ll be sure to wear a hat next time I go out front.
Another rough night last night. I did get to sleep eventually but it was around 2.30am I think. I do sneak looks at the bedside clock – I can’t help myself. Plus I have the radio on. Silly? But I’ve always found I go to sleep easily in the afternoon with it on, and I don’t want to waste my time when I can’t sleep. I still fall asleep when the time comes.
It’s the 11th of November, 11/11/20. It’s Remembrance Day in two senses, the remembrance of our war dead but also remembrance of that day of infamy in 1975 when the Liberal Party staged its coup. When they inveigled the governor general, Kerr, into dismissing the legitimately elected Labour government of Gough Whitlam, PM. (The Labor spelling came after 1975.)
This will never be forgotten. It was a disgraceful act and one the Liberal Party will never be forgiven. I live for the day that it is done to them in return. That time could be now as this Liberal government is the most corrupt in the history of this country. It seems nothing is too heinous as to warrant the resignation or dismissal of ministers.
The latest exposure of the low moral character of my local MP, Christian Porter, is disgusting. I never had any time for him anyway, as I’m sure you know, but the TV program showed his true character, a misogynist woman hater who was, and possibly still is, a foul mouth drunkard slob. Needless to say, I’ll be doing my darndest to see him unseated at the next election.
This was 11.11.11, remember? We had a good decade of 01.01.01, 02.02.02 right through 10.10.10, 11.11.11 to 12.12.12, but I’m afraid there won’t be any more tricky dates this century. As the years go up now, there won’t be any matching months.
Until 01.01.01 again, but it will be 01.01.3001 and I don’t plan to be around then. 🙂
Postscript: I’m wrong. We won’t have to wait until 3001. Assuming we abbreviate the year to its last pair of digits as we usually do, the next 00 and 01 … years will commence in 2100 and 2101… etc. Silly me.
By the way, I’ve always been one for dates. I can’t claim to remember 5/5/55, although I was around then, but I can easily remember 6/6/66, 7/7/77, 8/8/88 and 9/9/99 before we went to 2000, which didn’t have a cadence (0/0/00??) and then the 01/01/01. I wonder if there’s a name for date watching like this? Sure to be, I’ll research it.
I’ve bought a citronella candle this afternoon. A family of wasps built their hive inside the door of my reticulation controller last summer. It’s ideal for them as when the door is closed, the missing knob leaves a hole about 15mm diameter for them to get in and out of.
I’d hoped the winter might send them away but no. They’re not aggressive; they warily ignore me when I open the door. But obviously I don’t want them there, especially as they’ve left their splats all over the retic controller. Very messy.
I’m hoping this citronella will do the trick, but as it’s a candle in a glass tumbler, fairly large, I don’t know how I’m going to place it. I’ve got a heavy duty aluminium takeaway container to act as a wind shield. Maybe I can find something tall to sit it on. I shall keep you advised, probably with pictures.