Dear Fellow Deviants,
I'd like to spread the good word by way of partial explanation and whole apology (in the likelihood of a remainder, I'd like to donate it and a plastic trinket to the caring among you on behalf of the Seasonally Adjusted Wordage Remainders pertaining to the functioning members of the Wordsmith Association of Australia) of the ins and outs of my life during the past month or so.
If you're likely to be interested in being rubbed up the right way with unusual combinations lodged betwixt consonant and vowel* then consider the urge to read on as having been issued. If you're inclined to be persuaded by alternative leanings, perhaps one involving benevolence or something far more sinister such as apathy, then the probability that your eyes have passed through this region is surely somewhere between unbloodylikely and pah!
To the crux: I'm in the final week of a wave of four at a different place of employ to my regular one. The experience itself has been borderline traumatic and at the same time challenging, in the way that scuba diving on top of a donkey in a field of corn is challenging; I was initiated into a method of teaching English as a second language that mainly involved me standing at the front of the class - speaking in English, oddly enough - while students, whom I assumed were the ones I was supposed to be teaching, conversed to one another eloquently in their native Chinese tongue. After their initial shock of realising that I wasn't their regular teacher but a balder and less tolerant version of someone whom I couldn't compare myself to, everything kind of fell into place.
Meanwhile, I've been so engrossed in my own family of late, with the main culprit and defiant leader to the tune of paramount importance being time spent with them, that I've fallen in love with the notion of photographing them and them only. This venture, I might add, has prevented me from throwing curious eyes onto any of my fellow Deviants' artistic pursuits, for which I am truly sorry.
The title promised there'd be at least one instance of chest thumping so here goes...
Greetings from me to you.
* Originally composed with a red pen and several human digits by Ultra Toast Mosha God and used without permission by the author, this author.