Disorientation

We live in an increasingly international world.

Our planet is shrinking apparently.

Things are closer than ever they were before, but even so, when last I checked I lived approximately from 16,000 kilometres from St Mark's in Venice, and although I'd never thought too much about it, in certain light, the colour of the water in the little backwater of the Mooloolah River on which we live could, if one were to squint and not pay attention to the surrounds, perhaps bears a passing resemblance to the colour of the Grand Canal.

I was doing just that the other day while sitting on the back steps having a quiet sandwich, when out of the corner of my squint I caught something that didn't look at all like a tinny, the particular kind of aluminium fishing boat favoured by just about everyone round here.

Unless I'm mistaken, and I really hope I am, what I saw that day gliding past our house was indeed a Gondola, or at least a facsimile of one, because if it wasn't I'm going to have to spend a lot less time out of the sun.

I think I'll put it down to climate change.