My water main was switched off while i was away, presumably by some very alert folk who realised that the dripping tap at the front of my house was a Hazard to our Melbourne Way-Of-Life.
I've had to leave the water off while I wait for a plumber. This has helped me explore my developing nation persona. I was forced to scrape the dregs from the coffee pot this morning, sans fluid, my toilet is a urine swamp, my hands have become havens for disease.
As for the cushion of love. So fruity, so pungent. This experience has made me realise that no matter how much we recognise difference, there will always be an essential woman. A small moment in my day, bringing me closer to the goddess, and her pungent beneficence.
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