The NSW government’s decision to stop any non-essential trades and construction has left me with a wealth of free time. I sit here in the locked down state of Berejiklistan having mowed the lawns, cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floors, and annoyed the shit out of anyone in the house.  I’ve taken DMs from Horhay all day about blocked drains, had a zoom kicking session with KTD and listened to all the podcasts under the sun.

 

It’s been 3 days at home and I already miss my daily life as a dribbler on a work site. I miss Simon the builder who grew up in Sydney’s Northern beaches and somehow goes for the Broncos and the cane toads. I miss how he tries to justify his turncoat lifestyle.

 

I miss my interaction with bricklayers and roofers about how the vaccine will fry my brain, and how you should never drink tap water because it has fluoride in it. I miss getting a coffee from the bloke with his Italian football shirt on and dribbling about the Euros that I didn’t even but still have an opinion on.