They're orf

Packed orf the family on the hairplane, paid an hutterly hexhorbitant rate for parking at the hairport (bend over and insert your card) and back home now surveying the wreckage. There is shite strewn from one corner of the house to every other corner of the house. One would think there has been nothing but carnage for 2 weeks, and yet during that 2 weeks at every possible moment we were cleaning, like little beavers building wee dams, the entire time. Its just that 2 kidz who transmute food input into violent movement & noise instantanteously have been thru the place & there is no escape for anything.
Anyway was lovely to have em & its lovely when they leave.
BTW I'm starting to understand why grownups are so serious. Its cos if you try to beat a kid at playing, they got more energy & reflexes & persistence & singlemindedness that they will work til they win, or at least exhaust you so you lose. So u learn to be grumpy & gruff so they will not dare to try to out-tickle you. Cos hysterical writhing & screaming on the ground isn't a good look in a grownup.

Before the dust was even thinking of settlin, i grabbed a bunch of clothes & my drawings & headed back to the rented room. The cats might be starving. Of course they weren't, they were perfectly fine if not even fatter. The house's been mostly free of people for as week apart from the visiting cat lady & sure enuff there have been some changes. There are male bits on the painted girl on the wall nearby outside, an old HSC major work. To be fair, i was surprised it lasted as long as it did in untouched state. And some total loser has signed it, badly, which IMHO shows even less imagination & definitely less skill than coming up with the bits. Ah, i dunno. Why critique a badly painted set of bits? Well cos its there, a course. Next time a professional art show opens in the street outside my place i'll discuss that instead ok.

I found another change later, when i half killed myself on a big ugly baby stroller in the dark on the way to the dunny. There are also @50 boxes of possessions in the hallway. Something's afoot... and it ain't convenient.