I went to plonk my air mattress on the floor of an apartment with a couple of mad New Zealanders for the Christmas/New Year/Hanukkah/Yuletide/December/whatever you celebrate holiday.
The apartment was in Redcliffe, which is right by the sea. I’d already decided that if I were to move to Brisbane then this is probably the area I’d pick to live. A few beaches, sea breezes and a little parade of shops and cafes, what’s not to like about Redcliffe? Good to get this ten-day trial then.
I took a bit of a break from blogging and social media generally whilst I was there; there’s only so many times I can switch on my FB to see yet another picture of a Christmas Tree or another blog post featuring ‘a review of my fabulous year’ before I start screaming.
I’m not Christmas’s biggest fan, as you might be able to tell.
I was inundated with writing work the whole holiday anyway, mainly because I lowered my price to a figure so small it can’t be seen with the naked eye. Working for less than I’m worth or having what I do undervalued makes me incredibly grumpy.
In other news, there is a wave of box jellyfish currently in Frazer Island area and apparently headed our way. Great. On top of worrying about psychopathic snakes jumping out at me (a Brisbane man woke up to find a snake slithering on top of him; it was on the news), poisonous spiders lurking in the toilet and dingos attacking me by the throat when I innocently wander across the garden (I saw a TV show about that), I now have to worry about killer jellyfish with teeth like barbed wire waiting to attack me.
Well onwards and upwards.