Victor

I've been working from home for the last 4 months.  Not my home, but a home.  As is the case with many homes, this one comes with a dog.  Victor.  Victor the bipolar watch dog.

Not a graceful title, but not undeserved either.  Victor and I get on, infact, give it until Christmas and I suspect I'll be the favourite - Tshawe the handyman may give me a run for my money.

I recruited Victor for an advert the other day, hoping that he would behave like a clumsy family hound and smash through my wall of cups.  Alas, he was surprisingly dextrous, and got to the bacon kips without touching them.


Last week the two male bunnies in the cage outside, gave birth to 3 even smaller bunnies.  Hark, a miracle.  The excitement came to an abrupt end when one of the bunnies went past the window in Victor's mouth.  Like a unsuspecting fighter pilot in a big, black, hairy jet.  Not the first time this has happened.  Friendlies were scrambled to intercept the newborn.

Backpack

Cath, her sister Tracy, and I are heading for Vietnam toward the end of the month.  It's my first bit of overseas travelling, and yes... I'm quite excited.  I've been acquiring things, in preparation, for the last month or so.   Yesterday I bought a backpack.  A K-Way Transit 75.

I was modelling it in my room last night.  The website says the ventilation system will be helpful when "You're carrying 75 liters on your back...'  That's a lot of tailored suits from Hoi An.

It's quite rare to spend a lot of money on something, and feel utterly vindicated about it when you get home.  After peering into all of the pockets, discovering a rain shield and a variety of sheaths and harnesses... I decided it was a good buy.  A totally rational summation of value.  The hip supports make it feel like you're part of a congo line, with the person behind you violating the hands-on-shoulders guideline.