The Best Way out of a Hole is to stop digging

[izmeina]

David Rowe always delivers the golf goodies.
In the meantime, in between rounds of golf, the Grim Tweeter has gone feral even by his own despicably low standards. If there is one tawdry toxic trumPET out there even nastier than him, he will find and retweet the jerk

Meanwhile, here is hoping that Nancy Pelosi is sharpening her teeth and getting ready to tear strips off him

It is a week now in the Wild West of Oz since the first significant loosening of the 'lockdown' rules
Since Monday 18th cafes can have up to 20 people seated at a time as long as they adhere to the 4 square metres per person rule. Pubs and restaurants face the same requirements so therefore a lot of them have chosen not to reopen because margins were already razor thin even in the normal BC times



My grand plan for a coffee crawl did not get too far on Monday because it turned out that 2 joints I had in mind were still closed. But the first one was open. It was lovely to sit at a table in the sun with a proper mug of coffee almost like the old days. But nowadays there are no newspapers. Obviously an infection control issue. Other cafes no longer do proper cups and mugs and bring your own cup is also not approved. The latter I can understand on the grounds of infection control, but I cannot see any justification for not using normal cups that they run through the dishwasher after use.
All the concern about the effect of disposable cups on the environment has been completely and totally forgotten

The latest virus update is 8 days of no new confirmed cases. So armed with a basic blue mask and little bottle of hand sanitizer, the risks of catching it are really rather low.

One of my regular lurking grounds, the Secret Garden Cafe still has mugs and cups but most surprising of all, they have newspapers. So far they have been the only cafe to continue this ancient BC ritual. I turned up at 2.30pm there last Tuesday and was so happy to be back and to catch up on the papers and sit near the pond filled with gold fish that I did not bother with the bus into town and my recent sushi Tuesday ritual but just stayed there until 4pm and had 2 coffees and a big fat slice of rhubarb pie

Friday I decided to indulge the recent habit of lurking around the lair drinking cups of tea, gardening and watching the birds. It was an absolutely gorgeous crisp and crunchy sunny day as was Saturday. Once again, any cafe I stuck my nose into had only disposable cups and no newspapers. So the main reason to go to such places has pretty much vanished.

Today was spent lying low and sneaking outside now and again between the showers to plant some new baby weeds for the birds. Banksias, proteas and grevilleas are veritable bird magnets and I get so much enjoyment from watching them feast on the weeds I planted 20 years ago that I keep adding more weeds to the menu hoping to get at least a 50 percent survival rate.

Then at night times when it is not raining, I slink outside and sit under the spooky blooms of the Angel Trumpet tree and inhale the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers. They are also known as zombie trees. If they weren't so poisonous, I would have the critters growing all over the verge too.

The Hallucinogenic Angel's Trumpet Plant Is Beautiful and Deadly. The angel's trumpet is neither a slice of heaven nor a musical instrument. It's a beautiful, bell-shaped flower ready to send you straight to the hospital. Eating the flower can give you scary hallucinations or even induce a dangerous, zombie-like state.