Brighton Antique Dealer has given us some very nice gifts over time but this time for my recent birthday.....well, not our style. It's a fashion drawing with Italian words and it was hinted that it was worth something. It is resting in a drawer while we decide where we won't be hanging it. I dislike the frame more than anything.
A new Myki validator on a new tram. It is lightning fast, but it doesn't show your card balance. This is good as people won't hover in the doorways while trying to check their card balance.
Town Hall flower boxes. There quite a number of them and the flowers change often. In the background is a stand of either geraniums or pelargoniums. I have grown both, at times from cuttings and they do very well after being left on the hot driveway for two days before planting, yet still I can't tell the difference between the two. Can someone inform me?
We assumed our Hong Kong born neighbours owned their place, especially when they told us that when they moved in when our building opened, they slept a few nights on the floor before they bought beds and there was no hot water. But no, they were tenants of a friend of theirs. They did drive a Mercedes though. Social climbers that they were, they built a house in Hoppers Crossing! and left us after a decade or more. So selfish and I still haven't forgiven them. Since then a succession of overseas students have rented bedrooms. I think they are mainland Chinese as they don't seem to be able to relate to western people at all, and they are young. Well, students have to earn money and your guess at her profession is as good as mine. A make up consultant? Given the very weird hours she keeps, like lights on a 3 am, I think the extreme. I didn't notice the mozzies on the window when I snapped. It is evidence that we are plagued by them this year, yet not once have I been bitten.
I must have been fiddling with camera settings.
Look out balloon driver for that very sharp looking church spire.
When I saw the balloon, I realised I hadn't seen any for months. Last year they continued to fly for the whole year, unlike in years past. But this year, again they stopped over winter.
This is a very large poster high on a wall at the big green hardware shed in Port Melbourne. I rather like it as a gesture of recognition for the workers. Nearly in the centre is the signature of Avtar Singh, with the S looking a bit like an erect cobra snake.
Yes, yes, tree fire risk, power lines and all that, but really! Why do trees have to be so humiliated? I caught the tram to Port Melbourne as the big green shed is less than ten minutes walk from the tram stop, but after leaving, there was a bus due that is closer, so I caught that back to town.
The forecourt of The Age building in Spencer Street, taken from the bus. Give 'em some grass, and they will sit on it, unless of course it is Paris where grass sitting or walking upon grass is verboten. No wait, it is not The Age building. I don't where it is.
A touch of the countryside in Queen Street in the city while I was waiting for the bus home. It took as long to travel three city blocks in the earlier bus from Spencer Street to Queen Street than it did to get from Port Melbourne to Spencer Street. I should have left the bus at Spencer Street and caught a train to Flinders Street and a tram home.
Splendid food at a barbeque a couple of weeks ago, and I am not showing the huge piece of meat I shoved into my mouth.
No Jack, no human food for you. Dog Jack shows a great interest in human food and the preparation and smells of it, but does not like to eat it, except for cauliflower.
I am kind of sad about this photo. These are Little Jo's things on top of our fridge for when she visits. They haven't been used for a long time and are quite dusty. I guess it is time to put them away. She will be ten next year and I don't think Dora the Explorer has much appeal to her now.
The gladdies were great, for a few days.
I only offered advice on the Christmas cake making this year. It turned out really well, in spite of my advice. I did physically assist by putting my finger on a piece of string and simultaneously holding all four corners of the brown paper while the brown paper was tied. (you try that! It was stressful) They are actually cut up brown paper bags and we have two packets, through poor shopping practice, of 200 brown paper bags. So 400, less those used, perhaps 30. Please don't send me brown paper bags as a Christmas gift, unless they are the kind of brown paper bags that politicians and police receive as gifts.