Every night, right on schedule, the kangaroos turn up on our street like they own the place. No knock, no text first, just a mob of them having a look around while the rest of us are watching telly. I’ve started assuming they’re checking up on the letterbox, given how long they stand there. Bit hard to feel important about running a business when the local wildlife clearly has better work-life balance than I do. Still, can’t complain about the view out the window some evenings – better than anything I’ve managed to post on Instagram this week.