Voyeur

One really good thing about this past week is that the weather has been fantastic. Perfect weather for sitting and working outside rather than being cooped up in the house for the whole day. Now that it's not just me working at home by myself I've needed to find alternative work spaces. Our desk setup is great for one person doing work, but doesn't really cater for three of us at once.

On the weekend we decided that if we're going to survive this period of home confinement we need to capitalise on every square foot of our block. This is forcing us to attend to some of the no man's lands which, I'm sorry to say, there are more than a few. Our front yard kind of falls into that category. We got rid of some of the layer of dirt covering the verandah and moved an old couch out there like a bunch of student renters.

And as it so happens, it's a really nice place to sit. We live in an inner city suburb, but we're lucky enough to have a small park across the road for us with some giant gum trees full of birds. But today as I sit here doing my work, I feel a little awkward.

There must be a personal trainer living down the road because she keeps bringing women to the park to do a workout. A very short workout, mind you, so I'm not sure they're getting much value for money. But they're lunging along the path and squatting on the benches and so on. Directly in my line of view, but slightly obstructed by the loose foliage of a grevillea. I feel like a voyeur. It's encouraging me to keep my eyes on my computer and look busy thought, so that's something I guess!