7 December 2010
Specifically, curse you stupid Noisy Miner birds for nesting, yet again, in an inaccessible gutter right next to our bedroom. Your pre-dawn sing-song cheeps, and territorial and protective howls as we play in our backyard we can endure, although you really upset our aging cat.
My big gripe is that, once again, one of your stupid young infants has escaped from the nest and into our roof space, promptly falling down the wall cavity, no doubt injuring itself en route, as well as keeping me awake all night with its cries and scuffling and the knowledge that I can do bugger all about it except pray that it dies quickly and ideally at the bottom of the wall, not in the kitchen ceiling space or right next to our bed where it was stuck last night.
I could really do without the pong of decaying bird right inside our home right now.
I mean, why not choose one of the nice trees we have available? Or perhaps in the little nook under the air conditioner? Just somewhere where your offspring won't end up trapped within the structure of our home.
As soon as you've moved on I'm paying a fortune for someone to climb up very high and install gutter guards, so that you can't do it again next year.
And while I'm in gripe mode, I'd really appreciate it if you could put a stop to this humid tropical-esque weather. Varied weather I can deal with- it's what you usually dish up around here- but the humidity that's accompanying the current heat is quite unnecessary.
And I know you already know this, but I'd appreciate if you can remind the baby it should arrive at least a week before Christmas, unless it wants it's birthday to be completely overshadowed by Christmas festivities, instead of just somewhat overshadowed. Besides, I'm really over being pregnant and technically it won't be classified as premature if it's born any time from now. I know we're not completely organised but I'm sure we'll cope fine. (Yes, I know I should have really thought about that back in April, but I was distracted and unable to count to 9 at the time....)
OK, enough gripes. Let's look at something nice: the beautiful blooms of the carrot that I let run to seed this spring (with intention to harvest some carrot seeds for planting sometime next year, when I am more capable of gardening).
It's looking much prettier than the strawberries in the front garden which are basically stewing on the plant before they ripen (refer aforementioned weather complaint).
Oops, sorry, must get out of gripe mode...