It was the evening of the following day and instead of tremendous heat, there was a tremendous downpour, so my sympathy was not wasted. I could hear plenty of music though, from a DJ, and there was dancing and many caterers running about, pausing at times to dry themselves or something.
Strangely the next day the tables and other catering stuffs disappeared, but not the umbrellas. They were used for shelter from the sun for Christmas Day dinner. The spa was uncovered for only about the fourth time since the building was erected, and this delightful gold inflatable swan appeared. It amused me no end for a couple of days as it swam around, propelled by the wind.
What better to do after Christmas dinner than relax in a spa, although the dog was anything but relaxed and wanted to join in the spa fun.
I would not like to live there, with the Gladys Kravitz of St Kilda Road peering down on me from across the road.