I suggested to Tradie Brother that he should pop down to Frankston from the swamps of Langwarrin to see his sister pass by. He thought he could sit in one of the pubs that is on every corner of a Frankston intersection and see her pass by. No Tradie Brother, she will be but a flash in the same colours as everyone else.
But what about Little Jo? The Highrisers will look after her. Plans of trains and later, buses, went by the way and we ended up driving down to the Bellarine to look after Little Jo while Sister and Bone Doctor cycled.
We deliberately stayed a bit hungry on the Saturday so we could call into Corio Maccas for an old man back stretch. A break there is something like a twenty year old tradition. We used to let our dogs have a run there when we were travelling west.
We arrived at Sister's in time for a walk to the beach, via a sporting oval to fire air pumped rockets to the sky. Dog Fuzzy was in close attendance, but would not fetch the rockets back.
The tide was in and so there was no exposed sand. No matter. It is so good to watch the waves coming and going at the Rip.
Sister's and Bone Doctor's house looked quite tidy when we arrived. They had clearly made an effort for us. It is ages since I have been there. They now have the lounge room quite nice, with a large screen lcd tv and a leather lounge suite. The tidiness did not last too long.
Sister cooked us a stir fry. I am spoilt by R's most excellent cooking. We chilled for a bit and it was a very early night, all in bed by ten.
I slept on a bed settee in the lounge room. I closed the windows so that the birds did not wake me in the morning. The birds woke me in the morning regardless. The house was astir by 6. Sister and Bone Doctor cycled off and caught the seven o'clock ferry to Sorrento.
We gave Little Jo a bath, cleaned up as best we could and put the dishes into the Bosch and turned it on, and watched some kids tv. Ok, I may have had the notebook machine with me, connected to the net via my phone.