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Well not exactly. It’s mid winter and the day has started to be one out of the bag. There are no clouds in the sky and the sun is streaming in on the front of the house. There is little if no wind, so I decide to once again have my breakfast on the front porch and enjoy the morning. I can’t see the world from where I am sitting because the land around this area is flat, but I can see the front of several houses and the goings on reflect my part of the world. The road is very busy with every one going somewhere and the assortment of vehicles is interesting to say the least. It’s fun to see the personalised plates and try to figure out just what they mean. The driver of one courier van, that has now gone past three times, must have a water shortage where he lives, as you could grow plants on the dirt covering the van. Another car goes by at a slow pace, and I notice that the driver is on the cell phone. A little different to the boy racer that was obviously doing over the speed limit and talking on his phone as well. A little oriental lady shuffles past with one hand holding her over the shoulder bag, while in the other hand she has a stick. Probably to ward of one of the many dogs that think this area is their domain. Someone has driven over the front lawn of the neighbour’s house across the road and at this time of year it has left deep grooves to indicate where it has been. There is an inorganic rubbish collection next week and already people have put out their assortment of junk. They say that one mans junk is another mans treasure, well the curb side shoppers are in full swing and it is entertaining to watch them pull up and ponder at the pile of unwanted goods. The stuff that some of them takeaway makes me think, what are they going to do with it? With so many vehicles using this road, there is always one or two that attract attention. 4 wheel drives, trucks, small and big cars of all shapes and sizes with a variety of colours, new and old, make for an assortment of vehicles that go to and fro. One had the side window missing, but they had put a sheet of plastic over it and secured it with tape. To them it was probably ok, but to a car thief it was a blessing in disguise. Oh! No, here comes a mobile stereo. I’m sure the driver is deaf, or he is going to be. By the time it reaches us, the house is vibrating. The next car had on one of those space saver tyres, with the speed they were travelling not registering that it could be dangerous. Maybe they wanted to get to their destination before the tyre blew. The sparrows have now come out to play and are getting stuck into a breakfast of bugs and worms that have made their way to the surface of the recently mown lawn. The sparrows disperse as a big starling takes over the feeding area. Little silvereyes are trying to get the last of the guavas and they are fun to watch as they flit from branch to branch. Two birds peck at something on the road and don’t seem too concerned with the traffic as they just keep wandering and somehow avoid the potential danger that is around them. A plane goes overhead but the bright sunlight stops me from seeing it, but I know it was there, somewhere. A small cloud appears, but then disappears as quickly as it came. One of our cats sit with me, but the sun is so nice for her to lie in, that the birds going about there business, are only an amusement for her. Why should she be bothered with chasing the birds, when she knows that she has plenty of food inside to eat. Now I see two blokes on bicycles approaching. I pick up the morning paper and pretend not to see them. They either got the message or had other people to visit. One car overtakes another at high speed. I wonder why the rush when the main intersection is only a couple of hundred metres away and they will have to stop anyway. Another boy racer goes by. I think his exhaust has fallen off. A funny little yellow car cruises past. I think it must be electric as it doesn’t make a sound like a petrol or diesel vehicle. A car stops outside the house and the occupants are having a great argument. The lady passenger gets out and then slams the door and walks away while the driver takes off at an angry speed. Oh happy days. The lady pulling her shopping trolley has delivered the local courier, so it is time to catch up on what is happening in other parts of the district. I’ve finished my breakfast, but the sunshine is so enjoyable that I think I will stay out here a bit longer and watch my part of the world go by. I could sit out here all day, but then I remember the work that has to be done inside, and the old saying, “it won’t get done by itself" comes to mind, so I will have to go and suffer the interior cold. Maybe I will put the heater on, and then I think of the cost so decide to hurry and get the work done and then get back to the warmth outside and watch my part of the world go by.