The roof space in our 40’s bungalow has electric wires just running across the beams and trusses like elaborate trip wires – fixing the aerial connection was like Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrapment, plus a few kilos.

Sounds familiar. You don’t live at no.1 Archdeacon Street in Nedlands do you? Me and my housemate Killer rigged the front two rooms from a home-made switchboard for certain “settings”. One was just little lamps pointing upwards in the corners (TV watching), one full-bore flouros (craft/poster-making etc) and one with a mirror ball and pinspot (duh). Never got round to the automated turntable with a Barry White single on it.

Mark – nice shots. Is Timber and Tin a play on Cattle and Cane? You Quincelanders!

Can you adjust the thing or does it just give you what it gives you?

Probably, Brian. I’ve never really opened the instructions. Mind you, there wasn’t much light around 5.30 to 6.15 pm this arvo when they were taken.

I’m sorry to hear about Mischief!

Speaking of cats, there was much sadness and some tears around here this afternoon. Our little Burmese cat lost the unequal struggle and had to be put down. It was only 6 and a half years old, but had a hereditary potassium absorption problem. Apparently they are genetically not robust at the best of times.

Anyway we buried puss in the back corner of the garden near the bench seat where you can sit and look at the bush vista forgetting that the city exists.

I was doing reasonably OK until our son decided that puss, wrapped in a blanket, should rest in peace in her little sleeping hutch.

It’s not true, Mark, that I don’t like cats. I just like them to respect my personal space and this one was smart enough to do that.

I reckon I’m getting better but they’re still a bit uneven in quality. I like the last one best.

But yay for digital cameras and web 2.0! I really really enjoy getting to record my home town and share!

Timber and tin II by *phenomenologist on deviantART

One tree on the hill by *phenomenologist on deviantART

White picket fence by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Jogger by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Woolstore sunset by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Woolstore sunset II by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Lush foliage by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Waiting for the ferry by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Woolstores by *phenomenologist on deviantART

Loving the renovation talk. The roof space in our 40′s bungalow has electric wires just running across the beams and trusses like elaborate trip wires – fixing the aerial connection was like Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrapment, plus a few kilos.

(thanks su, funniest thing I read all weekend).

Cheers, David! And I fully understand about the tree anxiety; our place is surrounded by Tallowwoods and Flooded Gums. The big southerlies we get this time of year scare the heck out of me.

I made some coconut icecream with lime syrup yesterday; a Dreary Delia recipe using (avert your eyes, anthony if you are reading – this could be painful to a genuine chef) coconut milk powder.

We were actually really lucky to find a place where so little had already been done badly by hacks – apart from the wiring it’s all original built-to-last 40s goodness.

See, that sounds very nice, especially the tassie oak floors.

I can sort of understand the plastic conduit wiring: I’ve seen inner city monstrosities where the wiring was plastered into the walls, which hides it nicely but costs an absolute bomb to sort out to modern (safe) standards. Those wacky old electricians used to run the wiring inside metal tubes, which must have been interesting from a work safety point of view. At least rodents didn’t chew on it (oh, except where it exited the tubes and was most vulnerable to touching them and causing a fire). It’s a pity there are no obvious demolitions though, it’s the only fun bit (other than the self satisfied beer afterwards).

Being a cat mum is really tough. Bloody pukey buggers they are.

Keeping up the TV theme, yesterday my friend gave me the TV her ex-boyfriend gave her. So thanks to a broken relationship I now have a TV….is Big Brother still on?

I purchased the DVD of Summer Heights High on the weekend, and spent most of Sat/Sun trying to get the sounds of Mr G singing “she’s a naughty girl, with a bad habit, a bad habit for drugs” out of my head.