At the scruffy edge

I've felt really stressed today. I'm still in sleep deficit following the bogan's weekend antics. My neighbours have gathered around and we've been preparing letters, photos and a petition for a Rent Tribunal hearing on Thursday. Our aim is to get the bogan's evicted. I don't trust the land lord and he doesn't care what he puts in there. But, it's the best shot we've got.

I sorted photos and prepared them for printing during lunch. I finished work an hour early so I could write my letter about 'boganville' and then get the photos printed. One of my colleagues suggested I go to Harvey Norman to do this. I heeded his suggestion and am reminded why I hate large stores staffed by 16 year olds.

While waiting for my photos I went off blip hunting. My frame of mind really was unsuited to the shop environment. The surrounding parking area is pretty scruffy - good discipline for 'seeing' thought I. While buffeted by an incessant southerly wind, two white blooms amongst rubbish, weeds and asphalt were stunningly beautiful.

I'm tired so off to bed.