ANZAC long weekend

It's finally sunny here, in the little flat by the sea. I woke up this morning to sunshine across the bed. Between the odd bus I could hear crows and waves crashing. More of a problem was getting out of bed and dressed without the joggers getting a fright. The flatmates still away and it's all very peaceful. Listening to FBI argue about whether Sydney author Steve Toltz is actually funny, (he recently published A fraction of the whole), drinking cups of tea, watching the view over the ocean, listening to the bus.

The bus roars past very, very frequently, it seems. We have a bus stop at the font door. Handy.

I've now managed to cook a meal, and clean the kitchen. It almost feels like a home.