Well, it's been over a week now, and there have been no more naked men strutting around the driveway. I share this news because people have been sending me text messages: encountered any nude or rude people today? insanity factor check? nekkid loon count, update!
In fact, I have not seen Mr Balloons at all, clothed or otherwise, since That Morning, otherwise known as the day the world went so crazy1 I began to wonder if I had any secrets worth the effort of inceptioning. Given I don't normally run into him particularly often, it's hard to tell whether this means he's back to his normal routine, or whether he's now enjoying a restful holiday tucked up in the locked ward of the closest psychiatric unit.
Instead I have been entertaining myself comparing the phone plans available through different providers.
They're universally crap. Dear Australian telcos: kindly get over yourself. I'm not actually sure which of you I loathe the most.
- There were quite a few decidedly crazy things that day, not least of which was Mr Balloons. And the tram delivering me from home to work, during peak hour, including sitting at one set of traffic lights while it cycled through red and green several times, in only 30 minutes, a time I have never matched even in non-peak hour. [↩]