It is a 3D jigsaw, you know, the picture changes depending on the angle you are looking from. R made a good start.
I finished off the border, and then it got hard and we became sick of it taking up space, so back in the box it went and back to the recycle bin, along with another we had.
How did I forget that a card from R always includes some glittering things. Dame M began the habit and she just used fine glitter powder.
We had an open mind about dinner, but before hand we visited the House of Mirrors. Every which way were mirrors, it seemed. I can't say it was fun, because we couldn't find our way out and I know R can become claustrophobic. At one point this stupid old bloke right in front of me would not get out of my way. Why do they let in stupid old men like him? Ahh, that is my reflection.
Eventually we found the exit door, but no, it was a reflection. I could see three exit doors. Even once we found the real one, we were another room full of glass panels. R just pushed on a likely glass panel, and to our relief, we were out.
We dined at Riverland, with me having a nice burger, while we watched the lowering sun. I played a bit with camera settings.
It was the Indian Diwali festival at Federation Square above Federation Wharf and the noticeably fair haired old men wandered around for a bit. Some government person in Australia who represents India was making a speech. Apparently back in India, Diwali is not a public celebration, but a home based one, where you might travel from one home to another. It was barely 8pm, but we caught the tram home and that was the end of my birthday day.