The Private Life of Charles II
Nov. 29th, 2017 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI wrote yesterday about Geelong's high tech parking meters, only to open today's paper to discover that the City by the Sea is getting even higher tech ones. Apparently our new meters will link payment to a registration plate, so if I only use 30 minutes of my hourly ticket, I won't be able to pass it to someone else. Boo. That's something I've always liked about our parking lots, people offering their tickets as they leave.
I looked out the kitchen window this morning and saw a little dog dashing about the garden: Chester Next Door, who is not allowed out of his yard. We still don't have a fence between us, but Brian built a temporary, waist-high, dog-proof fence half-way across their lawn. Only not dog-proof, apparently. I called Chester over then picked him up and carried him home, noticing that the not-dog-proof fence had been moved a couple of metres further out.
I said to Kim Next Door, "There's been a breach of the perimeter." She shook her head at Chester, and he looked back, unrepentant.
"I think it will be behind the shed," she said. "He was sniffing around the back of it while I was hanging the clothes out. Did you see Brian moved his little fence? I made him do that because he'd put it in front of the clothesline, so I had to lift the clothes trolley over it to get to the washing line." We tsked at Brian's lack of priorities.
I looked out the kitchen window this morning and saw a little dog dashing about the garden: Chester Next Door, who is not allowed out of his yard. We still don't have a fence between us, but Brian built a temporary, waist-high, dog-proof fence half-way across their lawn. Only not dog-proof, apparently. I called Chester over then picked him up and carried him home, noticing that the not-dog-proof fence had been moved a couple of metres further out.
I said to Kim Next Door, "There's been a breach of the perimeter." She shook her head at Chester, and he looked back, unrepentant.
"I think it will be behind the shed," she said. "He was sniffing around the back of it while I was hanging the clothes out. Did you see Brian moved his little fence? I made him do that because he'd put it in front of the clothesline, so I had to lift the clothes trolley over it to get to the washing line." We tsked at Brian's lack of priorities.