With a tornado hitting nearby suburbs and a once in a decade storm raging outside, what better place to be than snuggled up under the blankets, or so I thought …
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| Thanks to nathanmac87 |
It was all going well until 2am when my dreams were interrupted and Simon faded away.
Simon features on and off in my early hours every now and again, though if I’m honest this is the first time he’s been named and I’m not sure it fits. Anyway … thick set with a Neanderthal physique, he’s recently completed a doctorate in home maintenance, massage, Trinny and Susannah styling advice, and computer problems, particularly files that disappear, and internet connections that dropout just when your report is due to be sent. Tonight he appeared in the kitchen up to his armpits in chocolate fudge as he perfected the ultimate brownie, while telling his mates he’ll still be able to make footy training. But now he’s gone.
Replaced by a pack of wild brumbies, I’d have to say I was a little disappointed. Instead of visualising brownies, the sound of racing hooves entered the house, bedroom and finally my head.
Retracing my footsteps I tried to recall when I’d decided my rundown 1960’s home would benefit from the inclusion of a horse, or two. Clearly it must have been an impulse purchase, otherwise I’d surely remembered drawing up an appropriate ‘Pro’s and Con’s’ spreadsheet, as is my usual want. But where do you impulse buy a horse?
Finally as the warm bed started to cool, and the last pieces of brain fog cleared, I vaguely remembered watching a home renovation show or two last week, and getting inspired to spruce up the house. I recalled cleaning, buying fresh flowers, baking a chocolate cake (ah that accounts for that subliminal image) and dragging out a previously discarded wooden wind chime.
I’d placed the wind chime at the front door, to add a touch of Balinese style and hopefully send me off to dreamland via a series of calm musical notes. Now though the herculean wind combined with the half coconut at the top of the chime was channelling Phar Lap, Black Caviar and Mr Ed onto my front veranda.
What to do I pondered …?
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Venture out to retrieve the wind chime, but that would mean vacating the warm blanket cocoon.
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Lie back, pull up the covers and picture Black Caviar being ridden by Simon on his way to footy training, leaving a batch of warm brownies on the kitchen bench.
I’ll leave the decision up to you.
Keep safe tonight everyone in Perth … and take down your wind chimes.
