Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day and general ramble, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
My anxiety levels have been up this week. I haven’t been all that well so I’ve been fussing about getting old and needing another toilet in the house. We have only one toilet and when you have only one house toilet and you live with a house full of people, there’s often a clash of needs. The cost of housing has skyrocketed in Australia. It is now well beyond the reach of first-home buyers, unless, of course, mum and dad can help out. The cost of rent is also astronomical. Canberra (Australia) rents are the highest of any Australian capital city, and that’s saying something. So, the grown-up children will probably be living at home for a while longer.
I’ve noticed on my walks that a lot of shacks have sprung up in the back of properties in my suburb. Some of them don’t even have windows. They are either being used as grow-houses, meth labs or both, or they are being rented out as Air B&Bs, as you do. I’ve been drawing up various plans for an extension or granny flat on my property, and other creative ways for shoving in an extra toilet into my tiny house. However, it can’t be done without trashing my garden. It is so depressing, but probably not nearly as depressing as homelessness is to the increasing number of people and families that are living in tents across the country. Even tent space is at a premium in many tourist towns.
Anyway, back to the Friday song. I’ve chosen an old song from British band, Supercharge, called She Moved The Dishes First. It was so much simpler in the good old days. Enjoy.
Sorry, I don’t have an appropriate feature photo. I knew I shouldn’t have deleted that photo of Fynnie-the-dog doing a wee.
Take care, everyone.