I’m going to go waaaaay out on a limb here. Shoot me down in flames if you like.

Good manners are saying please and thank you and not putting your elbows on the table.

I don’t think putting your elbows on the table is bad manners any more. I remember being told not to put my elbows on the table when I was a kid, but I think times have changed.

We’ve moved on. We can now put our elbows on the table in even the finest restaurants, and nobody will stare. The maitre d’ won’t have us ejected. It’s not rude anymore.

Spitting and picking your nose at the table? Yeah, that would still be rude.

Here is my garden of weeds

Here is my garden full of weeds.

The weeds are fairly intelligent of course, and lay down out of the way when they see the mower coming.

I’ve done some weeding by hand in the past week, and those areas look a lot better. But it’s far too much like hard work, so I need to find a better method for getting rid of them. Some kind of mechanical weed destruction device I think.

Garden of weeds

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Melway madness

Melway mapLet me get this straight…

There’s a Brunswick Street in Fitzroy.

There’s a Fitzroy Street in St Kilda.

There’s a St Kilda Street in Elwood.

There’s an Elwood Avenue in Sunshine.

There’s a Sunshine Street in Oakleigh.

There’s an Oakleigh Road in Ormond.

And there’s an Ormond Street in Brunswick.

(Brunswick again? Uh oh, infinite loop! Infinite loop!)

Four men and a couch

Four men (and some onlookers), a couch, one right-angled hallway, and two doors. Actually, not strictly a couch, but a sofa-bed, which means it was the awkward couch shape, but 50% more weight.

Somehow it had got in there. Nobody seemed sure how. Apparently it had been done by Paid Professionals from the furniture shop. It must be a prerequisite for working for those places to have a maths degree, ‘cos it had us stumped.

Could we try it horizontal? No.

Vertical? No.

Horizontal then tipping to vertical at the doorway? No.

Horizontal with a twist? No.

How fond of this couch are you, anyway?

Would the door come off? No. Don’t think so. Hold on. <bang! bang! bang!>. No.

Put it down on a rope via the balcony?

Would the tiny legs come off the couch? Ah, yes! A few centimetres gained.

I was pondering if anybody’s written some specialised CAD software that lets you model your home, and the furniture, and then guides you through the precise steps to get it in and out of any room.

Finally, we had it. A cunning combination of almost vertical, turning on two axes as it went. Brilliant. At least, that was the first doorway.

Down the hallway, then similar shenanigans at the second doorway, then a break for lunch, then the stair thing. Two flights.

One guy had a neck pain. One had a hurt foot. Something felt funny in my ankle. But the damn thing was in the truck. That’s what counted.