Last Saturday morning we sat in the weak sunshine at The Wall cafe in Balaclava. R had sourdough toast and I had fruit loaf loaf toast. Toast and coffee set us back over $20. Two slices of toast each for $8 each. I must stop thinking like I am poor. It was very pleasant. I heard a distantly familiar noise, a train whistle. I knew what was coming. I dashed a few steps to Carlisle Street to watch a steam engine towing restored Red Rattler (Tait I think) carriages.I was so surprised I just watched and didn't take photos. It was a steam train shuttle service between Flinders Street and Sandringham Stations.
We returned home to rest up before the onslaught of Ex Sis in Law and four of our great nieces.
The Basket (thanks Snowy) of Deplorables was demonstrating in the city again and tram services were disrupted. R was stressed because the afternoon wasn't going to be simple. The twin's father who had Friday night access returned the twins late to their nan Ex Sis in Law and so did not arrive until 3.30, an hour late. As they were late, the tram service had returned to normal, so making things much easier.
There was a long and managed queue and it took about fifteen minutes before we saw the Myer Christmas window animatronics display of Peter Rabbit. Expensive hard copy book of Peter Rabbit featured in Myer book and children's department now.
We trammed it a couple of city stops to Federation Square. We had the kiddies geeded up to see the Christmas tree to alert us where to get off the tram. "There it is!", a couple of them exclaimed.
Chips, pizza, coffee and soft drinks were consumed. We picked up the tab! I must stop telling myself I am poor.
There was subsequent play among the Christmas decorations, but then a stage was discovered and don't young children un-self-consciously love a stage. They pranced, danced, jumped and ran around, as did other kids on the stage.
Home time, back to The Highrise for more food and drinks. Mother went back into hospital this day because of an ulcer on her leg that is not healing. We were supposed to visit her at home Sunday and we had bought a birthday sponge for ABI Brother. Instead we and the great nieces consumed Brother's birthday sponge.
They all left at 6.30. Old people had missed the commercial tv 6pm tv news but did manage to catch ABC tv news at 7.00. A ham sandwich with French seed mustard was the go for dinner.
I treasure such days. I know they won't last forever.
R has successfully herded and leashed his dogs.