Wednesday wobble

Problems getting out of bed this morning. Eventually stumbled out the door and plodded around for 5.3 kms.

I went down a dead-end road that looked like it might join up with another dead-end road. It did, but the houses along this road are amazing. At the "good" end of the street are houses with huge cottage-style gardens, meticulously kept, and really stunning to look at. And as you get towards the rough end of the street, the houses get more and more derelict, until you get to the last one - sitting on probably a couple of acres of prime real estate, with a hillbilly-style ramshackle patched weatherboard house, a barn at a crazy angle, and about a dozen vehicles ("cars" is too polite a term) in various states of disintegration. I have to confess to just staring at all this for a few minutes before moving on.

And then there was the late-middle-aged woman on the Warby Trail, with a late-middle-aged german shepherd plodding quietly by her side. She started talking to me when we were about 10 metres apart, and I didn't get away from her for about 5 minutes! Is it going to rain today, did you hear about the raids in Sydney, shocking, how can people think like that, they view women as objects/slaves, don't like the West because women are equals, and so on and on and on... I guess she was an active feminist in her youth, *shrug*, now she's probably just lonely.