Time for another one as my natural nosiness knows few boundaries.
We've already found out about the weirdo lift shaft on top of the housing commission building and know who the fabulous Mr P was and now we need to discover more about this particular little dwelling:
As you can see, it was Milly who sniffed it out first on our stroll back from the Racecourse Road shops, which indicates that several other dogs had selected this tiny residence to do a disrespectful tinkle on. In Dog-World, there's nothing like a good old whizz on a tree and the smell of others' to really set your morning off to a good start.
Whilst she sniffed and whizzed, I noticed that they have a huge chimney stack for a fairly small house, so either the inhabitants frequently feel the cold and enjoy their wood-oven pizzas, or they're anxious asthmatics living with a frequent farter. Either way, it's cute and I do like the jewels and gemstones that are tastefully embedded into the tree trunk.
I've tried knocking on the door of the house it is directly in front of, assuming that because it too is painted in a pale green-and-butter colour scheme that they might know a bit more about their fairy friends, but they're never home. Unless the big house is merely a socially-acceptable front for their real lives as Barbie-sized human mutants who really do live in a tree on the Flemington footpath.
Or they're deliberately hiding from me; it's happened before (and you family members KNOW who you are) .....
But fear not dear reader, I will get to the bottom of this, for all our sakes.
Besides, it surely has to be an easier challenge than trying to understand what these two bits of graffiti mean?
Um Oka-a-a-y, let's tick the box for 'Anus Fighting' because....?
And is the phrase "Hate is for Lovers" there on a sign at one of the city's busiest roundabouts because only lovers are able to feel the white hot angry furious heat of hate after their love has blown to smithereens and destroyed everything around them? Or is it because we should all hate lovers because they're so smug and sickening to be around when all you want to do is get a hose and smack them into sobbing submission and misery like the rest of us?
Any thoughts will be welcomed, considered and appreciated or I won't be able to sleep again tonight.