Hell may freeze over just from me verbalising this, but… peak-hour public transport in Adelaide is actually pretty great, at least to and from my suburb. I never have to wait more than 5 minutes, and often it’s more like 30 seconds. I’d wager I get home from work as quickly by bus as I would by car.

The problem is the other 23 hours of the day, when public transport in Adelaide NEEDS TO GET STABBED WITH A PITCHFORK. HOW MANY MONTHS OF MY LIFE HAVE I WASTED SITTING AT BUS STOPS?!

Arr.

The only vaguely interesting thing that happened today is that my puppy can totally fetch. It is cute. It gets a bit less cute when I am lying on the floor in front of the gas heater (default position from June to August) and he invites me to play by running straight for me and shoving his dogspit-soaked toy into my eyeballs!!

Oh who am I kidding. It is still pretty damned cute.