R told me that I should have taken control and celebrated Mother's birthday here. Yeah, right, no parking spaces and horrendous noise from the Grand Pricks.
Sister decided she would host a barbecue for Mother's birthday, except Mother lives way out east and Sister lives way out west. There is a ferry though. ABI Brother collected Mother and drove to Tradie Brother's place. Tradie Brother picked up Teen Niece and the four headed to Sorrento and caught the ferry. They just missed one ferry, Mother's fault of course and so they caught the noon ferry.
R and I drove down to the Bellarine Peninsula but Little Jo had just started her nap when we arrived, so we left to check on a house for sale in the area and also drove to Ocean Grove to check out a house owned by a neighbour in our building. I am not so keen on Ocean Grove.
Back to Sister's and I went on my own to Queenscliff to collect all from the ferry. It was a shocking trip for Mother, even though the sea was like glass. She had worked herself up into a state over the previous week about the ferry trip, it all became self fulfilling.
It did not affect her appetite at all as we all hoed into the lunch barbecue. Then down to the beach at Point Lonsdale. Let me see, who went in the water. R, Sister, Bone Doctor, Teen Niece and Little Jo. I just paddled and then with a bucket and spade, I created a dam and drainage system in the sand. It was on the outgoing tide and would have remained for hours, except Little Jo made some brutal alterations with her feet. She also found some others her age to play with. There was a boy and a girl and neither had any bathers on. Little Jo decided she should remove her top but oddly left the bottom of her costume on. Maybe Sister forbade her from removing that. The day was overcast and just nicely warm, so it was very pleasant on the beach.
We rushed back home for birthday cake and coffee and then managed to get them all back on the 5pm ferry. I am afraid to ring Mother this morning and hear about how bad the trip home was.
R and I headed home shortly after via the Portarlington Road. We came across a terrible car crash, with a car wrapped around a tree.
It was a good day, but a little too much driving.
Who is letting the water out?
The Spirit of Tasmania has just come through Port Phillip Heads. It beat us home.
Nothing to do with the outing. This morning, rain, rain, glorious rain.