busy busy busy

I have a brochure, a logo, a corporate ID, a wedding invitation, a newsletter and a few websites to design. Crikey, better get a crack on then!
I also have a house with lots of walls that need to be painted before we can move in … not to mention 2 small children to look after. We’re still living out of suitcases rather than unpacking them and finding places for our stuff. I’ve been wearing the same outfit over and over again (top 3 t-shirts in bag, with top 3 trousers) – I don’t even bother putting it away – my laundry pile is my next day’s outfit.

But one thing about staying here with the in-laws, in the countryside, you don’t hear any traffic. Or fireworks. I just realized we didn’t hear even the faintest ‘sizzle’ of a Guy Fawkes fire cracker –not the merest glimpse of a shower of light in the sky – apart from the very bright and beautiful stars. And maybe the hoot of an owl, Ben told me that what I was hearing was an owl called the ‘more pork’. I thought he meant ‘mawpawk’ but no, definitely MORE PORK. Apparently that’s what it sounds like it’s saying. A bit like the ‘Piet my vrou’ in SA, just a bit lower in pitch. I keep waiting for the ‘vrou’ part, but no, it’s just 2 sounds: more pork. When we’re city slickers in Rotorua (Rotovegas), I doubt we’ll have such quality nightlife around us.

And there are enormous bugs here. Huge moths. They like computer screens. At the moment I’ve trapped one under some of Mia’s books that were handy.