Had two simultaneous revelations this morning whilst harvesting another week’s worth of feijoas.
One was that complaining loudly about the fact that the feijoas drop onto the dog’s toilet lawn, and also explaining to the Kawakawa tree that I wasn’t going to apologise for trampling on it because I’d never asked it to self seed in such a stupid place, actually constituted talking to myself; and the other was that my new neighbour was having a spa half a metre away from me right on the other side of the fence.