The weather is warming and shorts are the attire of choice as October ends and Movember approaches. Sometimes I love living here in Canberra and then other times I absolutely despair… usually between 9 to 5 Monday to Friday, but also now and again at weekends. In summary from my rambling moan: Canberra needs fewer public servants and more beaches.
Saturday presented the chance to visit a beach, some two hours distant over the hills and far away, but the journey breezed by with my mate Jason in tow (though the quickest part of the drive seemed to be when he was asleep). There were no particular destinations, just a chance to get some fish and chips, laze about and take random strolls around the ever immaculate beaches of this beautiful part of this country.
Despite pretty fine weather the area was surprisingly quiet, which is probably all well and good since it would only have filled up with public servants taking a break from their hectic week. Perhaps there was some committee meeting concerning the committee responsible for convening meetings with the forms branch of the purchasing department working group. Blah blah blah. Whatever, they missed out, with things getting better and better as the day progressed, taking in ice cream, dolphins and the beautifully isolated Emily Beach pounded by waves and cloaked by the lowering sun.
Ah, I could get used to this…
BOOF! Back to reality, land locked and surfing the tempestuous torrents of bureaucracy. It all makes me want to stroke my chin in a contemplating sort of way. Or indeed stroke above my lip, gently caressing and nurturing an area of prime real estate for hairy happenings. For the next month, thoughts of idyllic beachside lifestyles and inane public service nonsense will dissipate, swept away by a big black, and possibly grey and ginger (?!) brush… http://canberramos.blogspot.com/
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