ManFriend and I move everything into storage in a few days. It’s a bit sad. This has been our home for four years. Still, it’s not ours so the owners can do whatever they hell they want with it.
This is us. Being sad:
We lose the garden when we move, so the outdoor plants were adopted by Showpony and the Wolf. And the wonderful K is fosterplanting the indoor ones for a few weeks until we move into our new place.
On the upside, we have to empty the freezer, so it’s cookin’ time. K and Jen are coming over for roast pork tomorrow. Last time I roasted pork I cooked it for five hours in cider, but that was a neck, not a shoulder. Any suggestions for the amazing meat raffle pork of deliciousness?
And now, being January, I have a single resolution for this year: I’m going to pull people up on their lies and ignorance about asylum seekers on news websites. I’m going to point out that it’s not illegal to seek asylum, that 96-99 per cent of asylum seekers arrive by plane, that refugees don’t receive higher welfare benefits than Australians, and that Australia does not take its fair share of refugees. It probably won’t change the mind of someone who uses terms like “queue jumpers” and “illegals”, but it will mean that they don’t control the public discussion.
I’ve already started. Let’s do this thing.
Update: Crap. I can’t believe I forgot ManFriend’s beard and moustache. He’s had them for years but I always draw him without them. I love that beard. It’s so soft and moustachy.