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“She's got a whole lot of reasons, she cant think of a single one that could justify leaving...
Oh, he got nothing, but he thinks he got so many problems, and he got too much time to waste”
Jack Johnson, Bubble Toes.

...if you're waiting for the plogg where I describe what i'm doing workwise...don't bother. It's an office job where there's all the frustrations of work at home, with new and uninteresting bits. If you're not sure if what you do matters- well, it may not... but I'm told you have to do something (don't you?)....anyway it makes for boring reading.

The plogg is not about that- its for stuff that's vaguely interesting, fulfilling or useful (not necessarily to you...) that happened during the week. It takes a moment or two of reflection- but, I'm starting to think that when I do get home to a paying job, instead of saying “how was your day darling” as I limp through the door of an evening...maybe I'll just I'll spend 5 minutes thinking about the colour of that mornings sunrise, and recite that on my way in...(before I check if that half bottle of Sav' is still in the door of the fridge...).

In local news- Messy Flowers has been the second international visitor to Chateau Showers at Smurfy.

The first visitor- my lovely wife- rendered a major change to living arrangements, not just with her loving presence...but by evicting all round heavyweight gecko and late night lover, Les Norton. Les, who'd grown to a size previously unknown in Geckodom, had lost the fear of man...but he felt the fear of woman while Leanne was on guard. I tell you, there's nothing more love inspiring than watching your wife wrestle a gecko almost half her size* through the door before tossing him out into the wild beyond.

As a result...”wrestling the gecko” has also become my favourite new euphamism (you can choose what for...)

“Messy Flowers” in his first tour of duty to the tina-fanua (“motherland”)- has independently taken the road less travelled and with his taulima (tats) flashing in the sunlight, he ventured forth solo into the great unknown of raindrenched fales, sundrenched beaches and vailima drenched locals...Facebook tells me he's enjoyed it.

It's very nice to have visitors...looking forward to Dad next month, Brent in April, and Mum in July...(oh, and going home one day).

Now, about sunrise...it's breaking later at the moment...the pe'a (fruitbats) made their way home, climbing to a cloudy west before 7; the newly minted masina (moon) bright as a coin, reluctantly retiring to a bruise coloured corner of the sky...le la (the sun) yet to breach the pastel peach chiffon of the east...leaving le langi (the sky) a water jar of paint brushes, with blue, pink and black swirling in clouds behind the glass....

Yeah, that bit of the day is always mania (nice).