The things that I saw

I woke up this morning and I went for a walk. As I made my way towards Mount Wellington a strange thing started to happen...

As I looked up in to the deep blue sky, the air around me began to shimmer and shift and all of a sudden I was transported into a bucolic phantasy! South Hobart had become the kind of sleepy hamlet you might see in a BBC drama on tv (probably without the murders though).

There were blossoms as far as the eye could see. The air was cool and crisp and the sky was the kind of blue that reaches into the heavens.

There was a bubbling brook winding its way through a meadow, groves of daffodils in the shade of the trees; it looked like a fairytale.

I took great gulping breaths of the clean, sweet air and as I rounded the final bend I caught a glimpse of my little stone cottage perched up on the hill....I didn't even have to leave a trail of breadcrumbs.

 Then, when I went inside said stone cottage I thought I heard a distant rumbling and quite possibly a thunder clap. I noticed that the carpet could probably do with a vacuum, there was a teetering skyscraper of dishes on the sink (at least they were clean), and a basket of washing that was doing its very best imitation of Mount Wellington. Well, it was good while it lasted.