Last Sunday dawned fine while the mad bastards, 30,000 of them, ran past The Highrise.
We had a nice family lunch at the Frankston RSL with Mother, ABI Brother, Tradie Brother, Oldest Niece, her partner and Little M and also Hippy Niece. We went back to Tradie Brother's place for coffee and cake and on the way home picked up Dog Jack who we are looking after for a week. It was tiring day and Mother was slightly less well than her usual not well.
The RSL Club is huge and seats 300 diners in various areas. It occupies a commanding position on a hill and is really first rate for what they put back into the place and the community. The foundation stone, clearly not of this actual building, was laid by former and late Prime Minister Stanley Melbourne Bruce.
Is this what Prime Minister Abbott will shirt front President Putin with?
Tradie Brother and Hippy Niece took to the dance floor when the band struck up shortly before we left.
Tradie Brother adores his dog, a little more than one year old. The dog had a good licking of Little M who found the canine attention delightful.
Mother gave me this orchid. I had wondered why R had bought such a modest (read cheap) bunch of flowers at the weekend. I have no idea what they are called. Does anyone? I may have preferred a smaller orchid but it is very nice. Once the flower dies, we will give it to someone with a garden.
ABI Brother gave me a bottle of wine and Hippy Niece bought me wine for lunch.
Nothing special happened yesterday, the day of my birthday. I opened my gift from our Friend in Japan and there are some great photos in the book, including a terrific one of Marc Bolan of T Rex which I have never seen. My self chosen gift from R is a wallet by Jeff Banks of London. R kept steering me to the ones on sale, but I wasn't having a bar of it. Truthfully, the cheaper ones were just not what I wanted. They were too shiny, the leather was not soft, had no change pocket or were poorly made. I think I will be very happy with this new one.
"Tradie Brother, I never knew you could get birthday cards with an age when it is only a minor birthday. Thank you". Closer inspection revealed you can't.
R was out when I returned home for lunch, but he does know where to leave something so that I see it.
Post Script: A gorgeously wicked card arrived in today's post from Annie O'Dyne. Thank you my love.