21st
July
2008
Seeking the elusive parkie
Our new neighbours remind me of the backup cast for an episode of Desperate Housewives, right down to the Porsche SUV and the wine in huge plastic goblets. Since the chatter continued until well after the witching hour last night, I may begin to miss the bamboo windchime that they’ve replaced. Camping by the ocean, with the sound of the surf blanketed by tales of brave Ulysses (I think that was his name); the true test of our mettle.
