I hope you enjoy tomorrow's post. It was a pretty good day, although family is always exhausting but without Mother around, less exhausting.
A retired priest acquaintance makes many Christmas cakes at this time of the year, I think for charities to sell. Mid cake making he left his flat and was found in his apron wandering the streets of Armadale in a confused state. He had suffered a stroke and is now in a private rehabilitation hospital. If he remains there for a while, we will visit him.
I just had a call from our local Labor Party candidate. Of course I know your name, comrade. He will probably get my preference, although in my present mood, I will just pay the fine for not voting. Having had my electorate changed, I haven't caught up with candidates as yet, apart from the Liberal sitting member, the well known Clem Newton-Brown who once made a comment on my blog. Clem, East West Link is a bad idea and a waste of money. Prahran did have a secondary school until Kennett shut it down and sold off the land. The daytime clearway in Punt Road might be good, but I suspect it will just move congestion points to elsewhere.
We visited our travel agent last week to discuss next year's holiday. Oh the cost. Poor poor nieces and nephews. There will just not be any money left when we die. The Highrise will be mortgaged to the hilt. To give you some hints, there will be a train ride in some mountains, a big waterfall and a city that never sleeps. it will be nice for just the two of us to travel without travelling companions.
I tried to improve the look of my blog by re-arranging things and with a new and a cleaner look. It was a disaster. I think it is back to how it was, almost, and I am now telling myself, if it ain't broke it don't need fixing.
It is two weeks since I have washed my sheets. Tomorrow will be two weeks and one day and no immediate sign of me saying it is one day since I washed my sheets.
How old is the new car? A couple of months? Someone has already opened a door onto it and damaged it. I am trying to build some outrage, but I don't have the energy.
I just took a photo of a tram passing The Highrise for future use. While doing so, I noticed my left sock has done a 180 degree turn on my foot and the Bonds is now on the top of my foot instead of the sole. It's a queer thing.
Derby Day here. I won't even mention blokes' fashion but oh did I see some tragic women today. Clearly the best dressed women were not on my horizon. My vote goes to the woman who just crossed the road below The Highrise. She still had her shoes on, she was clutching her hat and dress simultaneously as a southerly blast came through and the fat old bloke she was with looked quite prosperous. Actually, I will mention men's fashion. There was a group of about twelve men at a tram stop in Commercial Road we saw when we were driving to Prahran to shop. They had floral suits on, and all with grey hats. They looked terrific and I saw them on ABC tv news this evening.
There must something good I could say about my life, something positive, something uplifting. Yes, I am sure there is.............