Slow creep

I had to continue tackling some issues with mould and fusty clothing. The slow creep of this into one’s possessions is an enemy of the humid tropics.

I was only saying yesterday that power outages have been much reduced in the last year, when one hit as I was boiling water for coffee. Very bad timing.

It was a quiet day of getting my life in order and protecting my peace. At sunset I gazed whimsically out of the back window and stuck my phone out to get a picture of the neighbourhood.