young modern.

A place to keep your doggy in while you go off for a holiday is called a kennel. But a place to keep your kitty in is called a cattery. I discovered this when a "Meadowmist Kennel and Cattery" transport vehicle cut me off while driving to school the other day.

"Cattery" is a funny word. It sounds like some sort of jail cell for catty women. I imagine a padded cell full of catty girls doing their nails while spreading nasty gossip about each other. I can almost imagine a police officer arresting someone and saying "Do you where catty women go?! To THE CATTERY MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Oh boy, the words I learn in this country. Do you know that I have used the word "spruik" in a sentence? And that I've used the word "besotted" in ordinary banter? This country makes me say funny things. Like cattery.

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Apparently I did myself proud at work today and got on my boss's good side. I know not how. She has described me as a complacent person.

Complacent. Placid.

Well, maybe so, but only in that part of the universe that is Starbucks. Work is work. I want it to go smoothly. Any trouble would be added stress to my life. I go there to do my job and earn money. It was never my dream to be a barista, and I won't be there for the longterm. Therefore, I have no ego in the work place. Other people can fight over so-and-so's work ethic/ leader-ship style/ milk-foaming abilities bla bla bla. But so long as I'm not being stepped on or disrespected, I'm pretty easy to work with and will do what others say.

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Last Sunday, while driving home from Bunnings, my spontaneous sense of adventure brought me to a hundreds-year old manor from an era when people actually used to dress like this.


Look at the old fireplace. A family once walked on those floorboards when they were brand new. And look at that old, old, peeling wallpaper!


This is outside by the barn, and some old codger dressed as a.... I don't know.

And this is... the gunsmith? His guns were real old ones, too.