‘Hey, what the hell are you doing on my site?’ I barked across the noisy din of construction.
A small man in a suit looked at me and then rushed over with a grin.
‘Mister Andrews?’ he asked, when he got within shouting distance, not quite as practiced at being heard over construction equipment as I was.
‘Who’s asking?’ I frowned. ‘And where’s your hard hat?’
‘I, uh,’ he stammered, patting his balding head. ‘Oh, golly, I don’t—’
‘Hey, Joey,’ I tapped the arm of a passing builder, ‘go and get my new lawyer friend a hard hat, would ya?’
‘How did you know I was a lawyer,’ the man frowned, as Joey rushed off with a nod.
I raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.
‘Fair enough,’ he grinned, slightly too widely. ‘I’m here to talk to you about this job.’
‘What about it,’ I said, picking up my clipboard and starting my rounds.
‘Well, we understand that the office design is a bit… dated.’
‘Excuse me?’ I stopped in my tracks, the lawyer almost running into my back. ‘We’re carpet installers. We’re doing exactly as we were told.’
‘No offence,’ he quickly stammered. ‘There are just some more – slightly more! – interesting commercial office designs around Melbourne that we’d like you to take a look at.’
‘Buddy, I’m not in charge of the design,’ I scribbled something down. ‘You gotta chat to the office designers.’
‘Ah, but the office designer is out of town this whole month, and you’re the next in—’
‘Listen, pal,’ I stopped again, turning around. He’d learned his lesson apparently, and didn’t bump into me this time. ‘I’m not your guy.’
‘I’m afraid this is coming directly from the client. Would you at least look at some of these commercial fitouts? Melbourne offices look so great nowadays.’
He opened his briefcase, pulling out a pile of blueprints before I could protest.
‘Not my department,’ I repeated. ‘And if you’re not going to wear hard hat, I’m afraid I need you to leave my site.’
‘I cannot believe this,’ I groaned, sinking back into my desk chair and rubbing my temples.
A terrible hum filled the air as the beast of a ute drove right toward us. On instinct, I pressed Gollo’s head into the sand, burying my own at the same time. I felt the rumbling as it tore towards us, over us, felt my hat get torn off my head by the torrent of wind.
I feel calm for the first time in a long time. I’m finally getting the care that I need – care that it has been clear I’ve needed for a long time. I think everyone knew that where I was living before wasn’t working. As much as I love my family and they love me, I needed support that they just weren’t trained to give me. That wasn’t their fault.
So six months on from my last update and things are starting to look better. I hoped and I prayed that this would be the case and I’m very happy to say that it is. It hasn’t been all sunshines and roses these last few months, in fact it’s been completely the opposite a lot of the time. But life can’t always be perfect and there are always going to be bumps in the road that we need to get through. I’m slowly but surely getting through them and hopefully I’m finally coming out the other side.
I’ve flown to Melbourne to celebrate the purchase of my first Australian property. I’m incognito while I’m here. No one knows that I’ve come here or that I’ve bought a house here. When you’re as famous as I am, it can be absolutely detrimental for anyone to find out where you are at any given time. Not only is it a massive privacy concern, it can also be dangerous. Even the people who are just die-hard fans can be dangerous, as they get up way too close and personal for it to be safe.
I love flowers. I love everything about them. I love how vibrant they are. I love how they all have their own fragrance and how they perfectly complement each other in a garden. Heck, I even love bunches of flowers dotted around the house to add colour and style to a room. Pretty much, I love flowers and anyone who knows me even slightly well would know that’s the case.
‘Lacey!’ I called up the stairs, for the third time. ‘Your breakfast is getting cold!’
We zoomed past the border sign for the edge of District 11, and the resulting ding from my toll card woke me up. I yawned and stretched, and saw that Savii was watching me in her rear view mirror.