Overcoming Mental Illness

It’s fairly common knowledge that one day wombats will rule the world. They’re already planning it - hell they’ve already got their plans underway, what do you think they’re doing with all that digging. C’mon, it’s sooooo obvious. They are undertaking a massive operation to construct a gigantic underground tunnel system so that when the chief wombat gives the word they’re nuclear missiles will be launched into every major country and they can then survive the aftermath in their intricately designed impressively built tunnel system.

Yep. Wombats may look all cute and cuddly, but underneath their delightful exterior lies a vicious and devious mind determined to eradicate those pesky humans from the planet. Humans with their ability to destroy and infect everything they touch.

Yep. Wombats have got it all understood.

It’s pretty safe to say that I spent the morning at the zoo. Such a wonderful zoo as well tis Melbourne Zoo - lots of wide open space, confused looking Meercats, dozy Koalas and those deceptively malicious Southern Hairy Nosed Wombats.

It’s been a long time since I went to the zoo - the last time in fact was almost a year ago to the day, a day almost destroyed by innocuous text messages constantly being hurled in my direction. But nevertheless I can say that all the animals looked utterly wonderful and delightful in every way, and the year since I last checked in on them have treated them well (the same cannot be said for me, but no matter)

There’s always been something so intoxicating and relaxing about watching the wombats burrow and forage around their enclosure, constantly checking to see if anyone is onto their scheme before wiggling their butts at the human onlookers (in obvious disgust) before returning to their masterplan.

I have to be honest I didn’t really spend much time looking at the other animals, I have nothing personally against the Giraffes and Elephants, nor the Tortoises and Spiders, it’s just the Aussie animals are so hard to find in other parts of the world. I often wonder if Australians really do understand how good they have life compared to other countries.

Both cities I have explored in Australia in great depth, as well as the plethora of smaller country towns and locales, are delightful. And yet the Aussies I meet continually moan and whinge - dare I say it - even more than the whinging poms they so frequently deride and scorn. In fact, having spent the last five months in the UK, I can honestly say that I’ve heard more whinging in the streets of Melbourne over the last few days than I did that entire time in good ole blighty.

Me?

Barely a word of whinging has passed my lips this week, most likely because I’ve spent a lot of it in a drug upped, jet lagged addled comatosed state, but no matter.

I got to go to the zoo and that’s enough to slap a smile on this somewhat beleagured state.

If you’re in this part of the world check it out sometime you may be surprised, if you’re not, then find something in your own city to be proud and delighted by. Stop looking at everything as if it’s nothing, because even a paving slab in a street often has something behind it you cannot see at first glance.

Much like those pesky wombats with their hidden dreams of world domination.