FCT #25: busting da blues

Personal post alert. Be warned, o ye of non-personal posting preferences. Avert thine eyes.

Life feels like a bit of a shitfight right now.

I don't know what it is. Well actually, I probably do know what it is. I'm still recovering from the rough start to the season. Being the utterly psychosomatic person that I am, this has meant feeling very average physically. Recurring cold sores, lingering sniffles, patchy sleep, that sorta stuff.

Canberra winter. Not enough friends in close proximity. My complete inability to stay in touch (via the modern invention of telephony) with friends further afar. General loneliness.

The everyday elements that conspire against us all. A cracked windscreen and a parking ticket and a flat battery all the space of 24 hours - for example - and that's just the car. No money, too much study, not being in my own space.

Lack of resilience, feeling fragile all the time, prone to tears for no reason. Selfish, irritable, grumpy, a bit of a cow to be around really. The worst version of myself. General head-up-my-own-bum-ness.

Good googly moogly... it appears that this Whinge List could go on forever.

I never know quite what to do when these patches hit. Just hang in there and wait for the wind to change I guess. And spend as much time as possible hanging in the sun under the nearly-spring-sky.

FCT #24: turkish halal pide house

Yarralumla is one of Lulu's old haunts and now a favourite spot of mine. Nestled up against the lake in a hidden corner of the inner-south, it's more of a nature-bonanza than a suburb. Although it's a nature-bonanza of the Canberra-kind, with gentrified parklands that back onto the Governor General's Residence and encompass a nursery, sailing clubs and a mini train. (Because let's face it: every city needs a mini train.)

The parklands - and specifically Westbourne Woods - are beautiful and have a significant history which I'll explore some day soon. But today I'm here to talk to you about the Turkish Halal Pide House, which is surely as significant as a bunch of old trees. Or at least as delicious.

I'm not a food reviewer and I'm not going to waffle on. It's enough to say that this is an excellent Turkish takeaway joint. AZ and I had a pre-wander lunch of kabak kebabs, which boast zucchini fritters in place of felafel. The kebabs are kept simple, with fresh salads, good sauces and amazingly fresh bread. All the bread is made on site and is scrum-diddly-umptious. We also had a side serve of fasulye. I'm surprised that Lulu managed to keep the fasulye a secret, given that it very closely resembles one of her favourite Italian dishes. Green beans are stewed in olive oil, onion and tomato until they are soft, rich and scrumm-diddly-umptious.

We'd started scraping the plates before I could get the camera out, so you'll have to trust me when I tell you... it was scrum-diddly-umptious. 

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Turkish Halal Pide House
47 Novar Street, Yarralumla
T: 02 6281 1991
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FCT #14: leaving (radelaide)

FCT #23: early mornings

Pre-dawn airport drop-off. Offers up a light mist, marauding hordes of taxis, carolling magpies and the most serious of cyclists. Rewards with earl grey, toast with raspberry jam and the first hint of daylight.

Inspired to write.

Maybe I should do this more often.