the move to the insular peninsula (aka the northern(ish) beaches)

It's about seven weeks now until I fly and on the weekend I moved in with my folks. They just moved to Allambie Heights, a quiet and cheery suburb about ten minutes up a hill from Manly. The nickname of the area, you may or may not know, is the 'insular peninsula.' (Tony Abbott is the MP, but thankfully, I assume because it's frickin' freezing I am yet to see him in speedos walking around the area)

So far all I have seen of this insularity are two things; the slightly frightening number of people who seem to read The Manly Daily and no other news (I'm being quite judgmental here) and the lack of public transport. But it is very pretty, and people seem quite friendly.

My life really isn't that interesting. I'm hoping when I travel it will be more and I'm trying to do this a little bit before I go.

I thought of a segment I could have until then:


How dumb is my dog?


I love my dog, and she is very friendly and pretty but she is not the brightest spark in the fireworks basket. Yesterday I was sitting on the floor when she brought a toy to me and dropped it on my lap. When she wasn't looking I put it behind my back so she couldn't see it. For about five minutes she turned her head back and forth frantically, like 'where'd it go, where'd it go.'

I also learned how to cook steak on the weekend.