Bein' a Local.
I love my street.
I love my town.
I love the fact that I can nip out to the street to put the bin out, and end up chatting to my neighbour in the middle of the road, with the twins running around in their PJs being generally annoying.
I live at the end of a cul-de-sac, number 2, and I was chatting to number 1, so we were standing in the middle of the round turning circle-y bit. Nattering away. Gossiping about other neighbours (the Scrapbooking, Obese, Whinger-from-Orange) as well as the new couple who've moved into the cute little fibro place 2 doors down. Thank Goodness they didn't knock it down and build a McMansion... they've done it up, painted it, and now they've moved in. It's all very sweet.
And yes, I do have a point. Other than a general 'How sad is my life...?' snapshot.
Oh, actually it's just a follow-on from the 'How sad' question... the answer being 'very'.
Coz during this entire exchange I was wearing a most amazing ensemble of t-shirt, 3/4 trackie-dacks, ankle socks and scholls.
Bugger.
It reminded me of the day we moved to Bulli, and I trudged down to the local fish'n'chip shop, feeling quite at home and localised... mainly because I was wearing trackies and blunnies. You don't do that in Cronulla, but Bulli? Hey! Anything goes...
Love it!
I love my town.
I love the fact that I can nip out to the street to put the bin out, and end up chatting to my neighbour in the middle of the road, with the twins running around in their PJs being generally annoying.
I live at the end of a cul-de-sac, number 2, and I was chatting to number 1, so we were standing in the middle of the round turning circle-y bit. Nattering away. Gossiping about other neighbours (the Scrapbooking, Obese, Whinger-from-Orange) as well as the new couple who've moved into the cute little fibro place 2 doors down. Thank Goodness they didn't knock it down and build a McMansion... they've done it up, painted it, and now they've moved in. It's all very sweet.
And yes, I do have a point. Other than a general 'How sad is my life...?' snapshot.
Oh, actually it's just a follow-on from the 'How sad' question... the answer being 'very'.
Coz during this entire exchange I was wearing a most amazing ensemble of t-shirt, 3/4 trackie-dacks, ankle socks and scholls.
Bugger.
It reminded me of the day we moved to Bulli, and I trudged down to the local fish'n'chip shop, feeling quite at home and localised... mainly because I was wearing trackies and blunnies. You don't do that in Cronulla, but Bulli? Hey! Anything goes...
Love it!
posted by actonb at 12:41 pm
5 Comments:
nothin better than walking to my local in boardies, singlet and double pluggers..
i want to come see this for myself.
Nah. It was a one-off. A 'oh shit, the bins! Quick, what can I put on my feet!' moment. That lasted about 30 minutes worth of nattering...
But you're more than welcome to come and admire the sartorial elegance of Bullites anytime...
Slimming magazine eh?
Maybe if they only ever ate the magazine it'd work?
Sometimes i have put the bins out in my nightie *hangs head in shame*
and I only know two of my neighbours *sobs quietly*
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