Sunday, November 14, 2010
There'll be no post here this week. We're due out of this house tomorrow and still we're having conversations like this:
M: Should I keep this?
Me: Where else are you going to find a Summer of Cricket Warnie hat?
The paint on the walls is so old that I'm not sure whether the brown I'm cleaning off is filth or its natural colour. Large cracks in the plaster, but they were there to start with. The house spider has gone into hiding.
Some friends of ours are launching an album in Melbourne tonight. It's their fourth, I think. Dreampop, with dulcimer and flute and so forth. Nick is a demon on the strings. I'll exert all sinews to be there, but the wall-filth is calling.