The plan, birthday present shopping for R with him at my side. Card for mother's birthday. Some general shop strolling and lunch out. Cancel all, as shops are shut.
I reckon it is damn odd that shops close on the Sunday of Easter but they fight to stay open and extend their hours at other times. What is this day anyway? I vaguely recall something about a prostitute rolling a a big rock over Jesus and he awoke from a two day pass out after drinking too many casks of papyrus vino and then bottoming for some seriously kinky action while attached to a timber upright and cross piece. And I thought I invented the wheel.
R slept late because of one of his depleted birthday presents (pictured), so just a gentle drive in the motor and coffee was all we felt up for. I put on my sunglasses that I bought yesterday and felt some coldness on one side of my nose. Wow, one nose rest has gone. The screw must have fallen out. Nothing to do with me leaving them on the floor of the car last night and R standing on them. They weren't bent.
It was in the direction we were headed, so no trouble to check in the extremely unlikely event that South Melbourne Market was open on this day when everything is shut. Praise the lord, it was and sunglasses quickly repaired. We ate a 'famous South Melbourne Market dimsim' to celebrate the repair of my glasses and then headed down the coast.
We really have ought to kept going to San Remo where Sister, the Bone Doctor and Little Jo are camping, but we only got as far as Brighton. I swung the motor right into North Road and there was the beach and a place selling coffee. We barely walked a hundred metres while there. It was too warm. Instead, we bought take away coffees (excellent coffees) and sat on the old peoples seats under the shade cloth. I admired some of the views (see picture, no time to allow the camera to focus but they must be twins, or at least brothers), and watched the children playing.
The wooden ship construction for kiddies to play in had some nice recesses, which I thought would be excellent areas to use for overnight shooting up into the veins. I suppose the person who opens the gate in the morning checks for passed out drunks and syringes, but then it is Braighton after all.
Something I must ask my mother tomorrow when we see her for her birthday, is about North Road Brighton Beach. I recall my grandfather taking us there for a beach outings. I recall going on the North Road bus with my grandmother to the beach. But where is the beach? It is all rocks and stones (see picture). Childhood memories can be very defective.