Proof that we cook, ahem, one of us does. We got sauces and we got ingredients. There would not normally be fresh bought milk nor orange juice but we had house guests. I only cook one thing now and in the door you will find minced garlic, chilli and ginger, fish sauce and sesame oil, all of which I need to make my fried rice.
The ever changing display outside Melbourne Town Hall.
I inadvertently caught one of the 'art trams' in the background. More on them another day.
The Sands McDougall Directory was first published in 1857 and annually until 1974 when the task became too expensive and Melbourne too large. It listed every street in Melbourne, who lived there and their occupation. It is invaluable for historians, researchers and those interested in the family trees. There is a small exhibition of directories at the Melbourne Town Hall gallery. I had a quick look through one and found some family in the early 20th century, although B for Albert was odd until I remembered he was known as Bertie.
A gift from our dyke friend for looking after Dog Jack. Obviously she went to South Australia. The olive oil is to die for and the olives very nice too. Dog Jack has been back with us the last week. The payola this time was a one litre duty free bottle of Glenlivet Scotch whisky. Very nice indeed and only to be taken in small doses (that's the theory).
I've walked along this Carnegie street many times in the past and never noticed the Able Tasman Dutch Club (Tasman was a Dutch explorer of Australia).
I see the light. I see the Lord, the lord of developer profits destroying areas of inner Melbourne with State Planning Minister Matthew Guy as their leader.
Ah, another art tram passing by in Flinders Street.
Dina with her husband Tim and son Jack have been travelling in the US. Well they live there actually, but as people who like Australia, it is interesting to read of their travel experiences in the US. Dina wondered if the world knew about the type of cactus she was talking about as they travelled through Arizona. I think we do. Photo by Rolf Nussbaumer