It was a grey and drear day.
I worked quite unsuited times to get my act together for our holiday in the preceding week and there were the computer issues to deal with. I did leave a lot to the last day, umpteen loads of washing and drying and ironing (that which I had ironed, I stuffed vaguely folded into a suitcase), and trying to remember things to take on holidays.
You may well recall that Little Jo has had a birthday, but her birthday at home was to be celebrated today. She went off to a farm where children's birthdays are hosted. The weather only just held up. At an insignificant point, they were all forced to seek shelter. No matter. Little Jo reported back about her farm birthday positively to us when we arrived late in the afternoon.
Sister and Bone Doctor always want to make us walk to the beach. I think of it as just a short car ride away. 'I'll just stay here', went unnoticed. 'It's raining', I protested. 'You can keep this Auntie Andrew', said Bone Doctor and she shoved a waterproof Geelong Falcons jacket at me. Kyewl. Perhaps some cute young gay boi will think I am his macho hunk, or maybe a footballer will like me, buy me drinks and then have his wicked way with me (black footballer reference removed).
I was glad I went to the beach. Monster waves were promised at Bell's Beach and big waves were certainly happening on the Bellarine. Sister bashed off on her own and was chatting to a chap she knew. 'See that flash light in the distance, that will be my Highriser Brother taking snaps.' Quite so.
We walked back to Sister's across a footy oval. Lads were playing and their dog was roaming. Dreaded Nephew, Oldest Niece and Chainsaw niece had given Little Jo a hat for her birthday that Dreaded Nephew bought at Camberwell Market. It had hanging pom poms on it. The dog rushed up and bit into a pom pom. I did not see that. Little Jo thought it was funny. I started to observe the dog. Little Jo started to run and the dog was pursuing her. I heard Bone Doctor call out something like 'Andrew, intervene', as I was close by. I could see the dog's body language had changed. It was on the hunt. I ran (no small effort) and got in between the dog and Little Jo. I metaphorically widened my body and blocked the dog. It may not have meant harm, but who would take the chance.
The dog went back to its Masters', who unconcernedly continued their kick to kick.
Sister cooked us beef schnitzels with spuds and vegetables for our dinner. The meal was fine but I am spoilt by R being such a good cook. As is usual at Sister's, we retired early.
While walking to the beach I saw the light.
Oh dear, where is the beach? Taken out to sea, I hope not.
Look out Little Jo, a wave is coming.
This scene would normally show a concrete path and clean rocks. The waves have washed over the high wall and dumped seaweed and sand all over the path. I felt sorry for the two lasses who came along carrying their now inappropriate roller blades.