The Langwarrin niece, the younger, called yesterday to ask if she could stay the night, without her b/f though. Of course I said yes, and sms R to let him know.
Niece was going to see a performer on her own at Moomba Festival. His name is Rob Sawyer and he is a friend of her brothers. She saw him and had a chat to him and he gave her his latest cd, unplugged, at the Powerhouse, Albert Park.
I had a listen this morning and although not my sort of music, he is not a bad performer at all.
I managed to make Niece cry last night with my frank talk about her and her father's relationship. I think I talked some sense as this morning she showed my an sms she had sent him last night. Quite loving. He answered in a similar vein this morning.
Her plan was to meet friends at Southland shopping centre. The trams for her to get to Flinders Street Station were mucked up because of Moomba, so I thought to drive her to South Yarra Station, but then I thought perhaps we would go to DFO in Moorabbin and drop her at Southland on the way.
We did so but before we left, we took her across the road for some breakfast at the cafe. I could see her eyes looking past me when I was talking and I turned around, and this is what was to be seen in the chemist window. Not great ads to have next to your local cafe.
Did the full circuit at DFO and kept a watch out for any local lurking red heads who might be around. Bought a shirt and a wallet and a bottle of ginger beer made to a one hundred and twenty year old recipe. Nice, but I lifted my arm and forgot I had the top in my other hand and most of the ginger beer was absorbed into my newly bought shirt. Sticky sun glasses and sticky old wallet along with the shirt and a bag full of ginger beer.
Home for some r & r.
A rotting toe nail. Delightful.
The Intestinal Broom. Charming.