excuses, excuses

In response to all comments, online and inlife, the blog and I are both alive, just starved of nutritional content - a vicious circle based on me living off unblogworthy oats and coffee, lack of internet connection and physical absence, all of which can be cumulatively explained by a housemove which has taken over a month and life generally being insane.

Yes, after six years, me, N and the cat are finally getting a place of our own. Blogwise, this will hopefully lead to tales of gastronomic adventures for two, cf. the how-to-feed-six-students-with-a-potato-and-an-onion stories of old. For the time being however, it means we are in transit, minus a telephone, minus the insatiable appetite (and cookware) of M, minus a kettle and coffee plunger and thus reason to live, and minus the time to do anything except rush between work, uni and real estate agent after real estate agent. The cumulative effect of the above being mucho restorative G&Ts and dining from tins (only those with ringpulls - M took the can opener) and minimal blogging. We have two applications pending and a kickout date of this Friday so hopefully the madness should soon cease.

I also recently attended to the inaugural Australian 'Law Students for a Just Community' conference and, speaking to Jacqui Grace, the co-convenor of the Fair Trade organisation Hooked, has got my thinking about my consumption patterns.  I'm letting her words marinate for the while but there may need to be a new dimension to old bloggo in the future . . .

A bientot.

Comments

[brownie]

Hi - love your blog, got here via electric serendipity.
I hope the cat copes with the housemove OK.
xxx b