There's a blackbird sitting on the fence just outside my window and only about 8 feet from me. Apparently, he doesn't know I'm here or knows that he's protected by the window. He's wet so has just had a bath and is busy preening his feathers. It reminds me that I am due a shower this morning. When the weather is cooler as it is now, and we're not doing much, I only shower every second day.
When did this obsession with showering every day take hold? I'm old enough to remember when normal people only had a bath once a week, and you didn't get exclusive use of the bath water: 'Hurry up!" someone would shout. "Your brother is waiting to hop in before the water gets too cold." The good old days!
Paul, the fellow who is renting Unit 1, has just walked past the window on his morning walk. He seems to be a single man and works at a local Call Centre. He must be on the 11 to 7 shift today. He normally drives an old Toyota van but has a lovely old Lexus in the garage which he brings out on weekends to take for a run. I know he has a couple of daughters who live in Hobart and he often makes the trip down to see them at the weekend.
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