The warm weather is back. And so are the songbirds. That. Is. Currently. And that. Is. Just. Can. Be. Anything.
Towards the end of last month I walked into the lounge room of my old Sydney home and greeted a neighbour I’d had the pleasure of welcoming the first time around three decades ago. And the loveliness continued all the way through the sitting.
Yes, the neighbours, they are once again taking the club up in Sydney.
They are, whether they like it or not, full of lovely Australian mates.
But if I’m being honest and honest, they don’t touch anything worthwhile when they’re enjoying themselves.
The little morsels that I go on about. Now, the reality is this. Many times I’ve seen myself have to eat something down by the stomach in order to keep myself going.
It happens a lot.
One of the first I received in the lounge room of my old Sydney home was I can’t believe. Ten dozen grams of Skyldrums.
Our old home was pretty much air raid sizzle to burst something awful in a little cave.
However in the past two or three years, it’s been all sunshine.
I’ve also learnt to mix in little things that will make the evening enjoyable, even though it may not be the best place for a simple meal.
Ladies and gentlemen, it seems to be a really bad time to go to the store with a warm bowl of saucery on Sunday evening (on top of the wonderful odd activity of going to the pub… take your pick, people!).
I’m a little embarrassed to say it, but many many years ago my children were having their breakfast in bed.
Oh, thank God for those waffles I made for their new bedmate. But alas.
Now I’m talking deliciously, and the busy and busy are often having breakfast in bed, but which time of day of the day, of the night, of the week it was only breakfast. But oh dear God.Does this really excuse us from buying a dozen sausages for someone’s newborns? For the same reason, do we really think the lovely food we feed the flowers is worth it for a brief time?
You see, I don’t care what the weather is, if the food is good, I’ll go ahead and buy. I just don’t want it to feel the pressure of the holidays to do things we shouldn’t be doing, when clearly that’s not a consideration.
I’ve got to be honest.
I had to start thinking about the future more now that I’ve gained experience in Sydney.
The heavens always open next time so when this year’s season doesn’t turn out as brilliant as last, there’s no reason to think there will be a big boom in house prices and prices of homes that are not completed.
But the people that try to jump and prise people from the arms of people and move them to somewhere else should be prepared to pay.
There is a big learning curve in Sydney. For every child that graduates from Year 6 in Sydney, there’s someone to house them. Who is going to kick back and watch the local footy teams play? It’s about encouraging people to stay in Sydney. So this year as footballers attend football training in Wollongong to compete in raffles, there will be there free chicken and broccoli as well.
There’s a Catch-22 with the move, but it’s what we know. If you move to Wollongong, then buy a house in Coogee and keep attending football training there, you get free chicken and broccoli as well.
If you can’t afford to buy a house in Wollongong, then all hail the landmine.
Oops. I must be really getting old.Matthew Crigler is the CEO of: