This is what I feel like living back in Oz. Surrounded by nature, except without the fancy clothes and with a bit more of a smile on my head. I love it. Waking up to the birds singing (although this can also be a bad thing, like the over zealous kookaburra at our window this morning), giggling about the family of possums thumping around in the roof, walking down the path and hearing all the lizards scurry out of the way... Aaaahhh, bliss.
Except for the creepy crawlies. After living in London for so long I forgot about the spiders and bugs that like to try and penetrate your home in the warmer weather. And these aren't any spiders, no sireee. These are like Hey Check Me Out, I'm Whatchya Call A Spider. PB had an altercation with a rather large and hairy Huntsman in the bathroom the other day, and by the noises that were coming from it I thought he may have been wresting a bear. And the other night I saw 5 cockroaches in the kitchen.* Gross. Let me point out our house isn't dirty, but we live in an old building in a loft conversion, so they get in through the cracks to escape the heat. I keep trying to romanticise it and imagine Bukowski or Miller and their poets lives with the roaches crawling up the walls and bottles of open wine and prostitites. Except I'm not a poet, I can't drink and thankfully haven't had the need to hire a hooker.
So looks like when the lease runs out we're moving. To a newer house that is a bit more creepy crawly proof. But there's still the Summer of Bug to get through first...
*I'd just like to mention here I've never seen a cockroach in Melbourne. Just mentioning, that's all.