Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Selections - The goings on down below

Settle down. I mean below The Highrise. Joining in with River for Sunday Selections.

Not too long after we moved here, roads flooded. I remember seeing Melbourne Grammar boys wading and skylarking through the water.


Many years on, last year the same area flooded. I think the drainage has now been properly fixed. Time will tell.


It is reassuring to have the army protecting us and the synagogue, but truth be told, they were on their way to an Australia Day event and felt a hunger for McDonalds.



Cars blocking route 58 trams from turning into Toorak Road is an ongoing problem, or route 50late as I have heard, is an ongoing problem. There is often much furious gonging of the tram bell at such stupid people.




No, the traffic light post did not need holding up. It was the lad who needed holding up. He was very drunk and staggering around.




This one took the cake. The two car lanes to the left go in one direction. Somehow this idiot ended up in the middle of the tram lines in the wrong direction. A tram turned the corner and the van reversed back to let the tram pass and then made a U turn and went off in the correct direction for the road. How the van go there cannot be imagined.


The green domes of Prahran Central feature, formerly known as Moore's Corner Store and Charles Read's Emporium. My maternal great grandparents used to visit the store in the 1920s and 1930s. She in a pony trap with some of her thirteen children on board. He on his own in his motor car. Did they meet up and lunch? I don't know.


We have lift off.


Crepe Myrtles at The Royce. I am not fond of the bright pink variety, but I love the white ones. 


Taxi grief. Evidence of an terrible crash. Ok, I am being melodramatic. Maybe the bumper bar just fell off.


I heard a crunching of gears and a loud noise. I spun around to see a very old car crossing the intersection. R told me I just missed a show. She tried to climb over the fence at the tram stop and fell and the contents of her bag spilled all over the ground. She was so out of it and you may not be able to see it in the photo, but she had a lot of flesh showing. We waited for seven minutes for the tram and she spent the whole time trying to sort out her bag and its spilled contents. I've seen two other people jump this fence, one a bloke who did it successfully, the other, a young lass but not drugged or drunk, and the same thing happened to her, she crashed to the ground and spilled the contents of her bag. I'm not one for jumping the fence.


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  1. wow 13 children on the board

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    1. Gosia, perhaps 12. Daisy died very young.

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  2. One should almost always jump the fence with aplomb and poise but, failing that, jumping the fence should never be attempted without thorough forethought and strategic manners to limit harm.

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    1. Very wise words Jayne. That is why I don't run for trams or buses. It is so undignified.

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  3. I must say, the intersection keeps me amused when you post photos of it :)

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    1. Margaret, it certainly amuses me.

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  4. You could star in the remake of "Rear Window"! Have a good week, Andrew! :)

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    1. Lee, I might just settle for being a script writer. Thanks.

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  5. Pretty flowering trees we're to far north for them to grow
    Coffee is on

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    1. Really Dora? I am surprised to hear that, but yes, they are not normal winter deciduous trees.

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  6. "...she in a pony trap with some of her thirteen children and he on his own in his motor car.." Imagine the hoo-ha today if she had all the kids and he had a whole car to himself.
    Nice to see the balloons taking off, a splash of bright colour amongst the darker buildings and trees.

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    1. River, I had six grandparents because of The Bolter. They were all good, but my maternal grandparents were just wonderful. She, the second youngest of the thirteen, was treated very badly by both her very harsh parents, that is she was like a slave to her brothers and was treated like domestic help. Consequently Mother was never fond of her grandparents.

      You sound very chipper today! You've had an all clear?

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    2. Not an all clear, more testing to come, but the blood pressure tablets have made a remarkable difference after only a couple of days on them. Energy is back along with feeling happy.

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  7. If the telly's bad, which it usually is, you have alternative entertainment right under your nose Andrew 😀 My fence climbing days are well over, it's under for me these days 😀😀

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    1. Grace, quite so. Aside from sitting at the desktop, the viewing down below is probably preferred over tv. I'll just lean against the fence.

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  8. You see a lot from your perch above the rabble of life. Like birds must.

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    1. Strayer, I will have you know we live in a very classy area, and the rabble below is rare and stands out when it occurs. Just kidding in a way, but with the persona of Gladys Kravitz, there is some truth. Some people really stand out.

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