This morning, before the rain, we got out into our courtyard and went King Kong on the straggly and overgrown vines and hedge — if you look at the greenery at the background of the photos, that’s just the offcuts: they take up the entire bottom tier of the yard.Still more to do (scrubbing the pavers, tan-barking the actual garden, washing the cushions from the outdoor furniture), not to mention the back balcony/patio (finish cleaning up the side of the house, sand and repaint where the vines were, kill and dispose of a wasps’ nest, fix the fence palings that are coming off) but with Jules having a nap it’s time for a cuppa and a shower.
We bought an apartment! A beautiful, quirky three-bedroom apartment on the ground-floor of The Malthouse, nestled snugly in the much-coveted locale of Summer Hill, a medium density community that is close to school, transport, markets, parks, and cycleways.
In the blink of an eye, another weekend has come and gone. It’s a familiar feeling that many of us experience - the sensation that time is flying by, leaving us wondering where the hours and days have vanished to.
After too many years, I’m finally building myself a NAS: network-attached storage, a device for backing up files, photos, and all the data that is otherwise in the cloud. Say goodbye, FANGs, I’m going self-hosted.