Poetic Shitty

There’s lots of interesting street art around my sister’s place (she lives in the coolest street of the coolest suburb in otherwise uncool Canberra).

I’m sure I’ll be blipping it one of these days but here’s some less official street art that makes me feel like the uncool oldie that I am.

When we ordered coffees over lunch my sister got fazed by references to her “regular small decaf” (how is that regular she mused). My son, who has also been helping explained - regular milk - not oat, skinny, almond etc, regular full cream dairy.