Safe Tyre Fitting
So the world has been through a lot this year, which sounds dramatic but it’s also true. I won’t go into details about it, because those who know, know, but it has been tragic for millions of people. I was less affected than those around me and for that I feel extremely fortunate. However, I was impacted by the fact that all driving tests closed across the country for almost eight months.
Eight months ago I was in a good place and felt ready to book my license. I was about to book only to find out I couldn’t and I haven’t been able to book since… until now. And unfortunately I feel like I’ve gone backwards in these last eight months. I’m now scared of driving again and all the progress I had made at the beginning of the year is gone.
My mum suggested that I visit the local mechanics. Around Toowoomba, there are plenty of highly skilled mechanics, and she thinks that if I get my car repaired that I’ll feel more comfortable driving. I think, and hope, that she might be right. I’ll try anything at this point because I want to get my license by the end of the year. Sadly, I feel a long way off achieving that goal but maybe I’ll feel a lot better after getting my car serviced. We’ll find out tomorrow, I guess.
Well, I’ve just returned from getting my car serviced. As it turns out, I was due for a tyre fitting and so I’m really relieved that I got my car checked out when I did. I still don’t feel ready to go for my license, but I do feel better about the state of my car.
I think I’m going to have to start practicing driving again. I’m going to have to ease myself in and do some little drives, and then gradually build up to longer, harder drives. I’ll get my license eventually.
really been into film and television. When I tell people this, they think that I mean just sitting back and watching movies and TV, but that’s not the case. I’m in awe of film production and the creative stories behind it. When I watch a film, or even a short video for that matter, and realise how much work and editing has gone into it, my mind is well and truly blown. It’s been like this ever since I was a kid and it most definitely fueled my passion for creative industries. Ever since I was twelve years old, I’ve wanted to work for a
I think we all remember our first drive on our P’s. A lot of us were freshly eighteen and feeling invincible, knowing the world was at our feet. You sit in your car for the first time by yourself, put the radio on louder than you were ever allowed to when driving with your parents, and text a friend that you’re five minutes away from picking them up and taking them to the local fast food drive-through. This is exactly how my first drive on my P plates began, unfortunately it didn’t end with me eating a burger and goofing around in the car park with my best friend.
I am the resident carbon monoxide of this air conditioner. I have resided here since my home was installed, but I was dormant as everything else was “working” and therefore there was no room for me to move. But things are going slightly awry in the air conditioner now. Which means one more wrong move and I’ll be able to wiggle myself into the good spots and stay there forever. I’m waiting silently for my moment, the moment where I will be able to spread across the air conditioner, taking over completely. And then, when it’s finally turned on, I’ll be dispersed across the room, slowly covering every corner of the living area until it is mine. This is the start of world domination. Carbon monoxide domination.
Do you ever look at photos of fridge interiors, and dream wistfully of your own fridge being so well organised? Do you even look at photos of fridge interiors to begin with? No? Well, evidently you haven’t spent much time checking out #whatsinmyfridge. It’s not all amazing – in fact, be prepared for the occasional downright eyesore – but some of it’s worthy of #inspo status and makes me want to up my fridge game.


Am I alone in chatting to the plants in my garden? Surely not. Anyone who passes a trailing rosemary bush on a daily basis will attest to its cheerful grandmotherly demeanor, while those who deal with roses must have noticed their devious sense of humour, not often noted in the saccharine depictions of roses on Valentines Day cards. Maybe that’s just the ones at my place, or perhaps my poor pruning technique, but still… I’m pretty sure I’m onto something here.
I think I’m going insane. All I can hear is the constant