R's brand new unworn shirt has a hole in it. I guess something happened in the washing machine, which is my department. Never happened before.
Next to our favoured Altona car wash is a Salvation Army store. For some reason that puzzles me, people treat it like an area to dump rubbish.I picked up a girl's umbrella, a pretty pink. It couldn't be opened. The mechanism was broken. It may have cost $5 to buy new. Crazy!
There is more than one reason to cross the West Gate Bridge to wash the car. Lunch at Altona Beach Village. Note the cricket bat in the cafe window to commemorate the passing of cricketer Phillip Hughes.
The more vertical the car windscreen is, the less large it needs to be.
Across the road a visitor to this apartment was doing something with a broom. Too far away to see exactly what.
Triffids will be ready to attack by Christmas Day.
Ho hum, another Christmas, the same old tree in the foyer. Great that we have one though.
The building's library. The books in the box are yet to be sorted to the correct shelves. It works on an honesty system and seems successful.
A Frankston carpark and a murder of ravens, assuming murder is the collective noun for ravens as well as crows. There must have been about two dozen of them but they are hard to see against the black plastic bags and some are out of shot. Very irresponsible to leave the lid open.
A little amusement to wrap up. Whitley Bay was R's local beach when he was but a lad. The family used to take the train from Newcastle and sit on the beach, play in and out of the water and eat ham sandwiches, while his father propped up the bar of the local beachside hotel.
We are away at Sister and Bone Doctor's for a couple days on the Bellarine Peninsular. Internet options will be public wi-fi, blow out my measly 250mb phone data allowance or con Bone Doctor's home wi-fi password from her.