Anyway, some of you who are reading my blog now would have read about the birth of Little Jo at time she was born back in 2007 and when she was a baby and as she grew up.
Little Jo turns 9 in the middle of this month, and after a surprise visit to see the musical Matilda in town, she will come here and we are hosting a family party for her. R asked me if he should make sausage rolls, or buy them. Then Sister hit. I will bring the food. No, you don't buy the birthday cake. I will make it. We planned to buy a really nice cake from Bread Top in the shape of a dog. R was furious and went on about Sister all that night. I should have thought ahead and told Sister that we are hosting the party and we will do all. R concluded with, next time, I will tell your sister I am just too old to do parties. Don't worry, he was just sounding off at the sound board, me.
Today, Tuesday, while trying to stay dry as it rained and rained, we caught the tram to Balaclava to visit the most amazing shop to buy party decorations. It is in a side street and is huge as well as being a bit of rabbit warren. We bought some birthday themed serviettes, some sturdy paper plates for finger food and a happy birthday banner. We also ordered some helium filled balloons which we will pick up on Sunday morning. Wow, that adds up at $2 a balloon and we ordered 18. There was no heating in the most amazing shop, so we did not hang around after making our choices, and headed to Balaclava Station to go to town.
The rebuilding of Balaclava Station is complete and is a rather good job, methinks. There are stairs for the fit and a gentle ramp for the not so fit and less abled. We had just missed a train, but the waiting room was lovely and warm, just like the old days when stations had waiting rooms with a fire burning in a fireplace. A rather dodging looking young family, think parents with badly bleached hair, bad and missing teeth and a shared packet of Winfield cigarettes, and with them their two under 10 children with what seemed to be household possessions in a shopping trolley were generally ignored, especially by the grandparent couple with their lovely quiet and calm grandchildren. Such is the mix in Balaclava.
Then there the train problem at Richmond Station, the last station before the main station, Flinders Street. I will save that for another post. It made me very cross a few years ago when I experienced and made both of us very cross this time.
We had a bowl of deliciously hot soup at QV, mine Portuguese bacon and heaps of other stuff, nearly a casserole, after exiting from Melbourne Central Station, not as easy to exit as you might think. Had a half hearted look for a gift for Bone Doctor's fortieth later this month, made our way to to our favorite outdoor place for coffee, then tired of all this busyness, cold and rain, caught the tram home. Golly, while it was a late start because of the rain, it was nearly three o'clock. The heating up a degree and siesta was had by R, while I had some quiet time lying on my bed with my tablet.
I had noted some mince beef thawing in the kitchen. Oh, so nice, roast meat loaf for dinner.
The innocuous sounding and looking Astoria Paper Products is a wealth of treasures with everything you might want of a party and more, at reasonable prices.