bilateral kellerberrin

Joining up to a bootcamp in the city. I’m late with my enrolment and that’s ok. But i want to go do a different “campus” so I trek across through a park. It’s getting on in the morning and I’m worried I’m going to miss out. I bump into Travis at a train station. He’s older and chubbier than he was at school. He’s got lines on his face. I congratulate him on his forthcoming appearance in the play “my right arm” but unfortunately I’m not going to be able to make it. I rush off, but Pip’s power hose in the lane wakes me up before I reach my destination…
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Men on the roof this morning. 8am. I checked the time as it seemed odd. At first I thought it must be Felena, but I’m sure she would have told us in advance. Somehow, in my semi-conscious state (perhaps 6 on the “Glasgow Coma Scale”?) I associated their rooftop stomping as having something to do with the leaks we’ve sprung since yesterday’s deluge. The gallery also had a big leak. The cinema has a major water damage issue on the way. And my craft barn bedroom flooded when water came right in from the laneway and under the door.

Two men walking down the laneway. They are talking about having their picture taken. One of them exclaims “But I don’t want anyone to know my photo.”
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Jo says we are silly to drink spring water. She reckons it’s just a marketing ploy, and that you shouldn’t believe that bottled water is any different from the stuff that comes out of the tap. She drinks tap water exclusively.

Greg says that when he first moved to the area, they made him sign a form declaring that if he drinks the tap water, he won’t sue when he gets sick from it. He reckons that the water from the tap is not fit for human consumption. (Greg prefers Pepsi).
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The roof is leaking. Of all the places in this vast craft barn, it drips on my left shoulder as I sit at the computer. I shift a foot to the right and place a wine cooler under the leak. This is definitely the rain everyone has been waiting for.

Anne was on her way to the Co-op to swap over our spring water bottle when this morning’s deluge really hit. Outside the butcher shop, Mark and Toby were trying to stop Pip’s wooden planks from floating away. Toby asked Anne why she needed to go to the shop for water, when it was falling out of the sky. He reckoned the rain water would be great to drink. So she placed the 15 litre bottle under the gutter overflow and it slowly filled up. We stood out there, adjusting its position to best accept the wobbling stream. There were bits of spiders web and stuff floating around in it, from the gutters, but we figured we could filter them out after.
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Two jokes from the dinner table:
1. Re the dole: David said, “well, the hours are good, but the wages are crap”.
2. Re New Zealand’s reputation of sending bludging immigrants to Australia: Tim said, “when someone migrates from NZ to OZ, the average IQ of both countries rises”.
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