Cherubs are supposed to have wings, aren't they? Everyone around here calls these the cherubs, but I think they are just naked children freezing their asses off on top of Perth City Hall. I really have no idea what they are meant to be or why they are there, but it's about the most significant thought that I managed today while looking out from the coffee shop as my body fought with infecting microbes. I'm back in bed now, having had a significant relapse. Poor me. My lungs are sore. That's unusual. Must be my age. I am reminded about the category the little girl next door (and certainly no cherub) put me in when she heard my age, saying, "That's nearly dead isn't it?" She's such a sweetie.