All will become clear in time but we were in a bathroom showroom looking at facilities. Can you imagine sitting on this each morning? No, me either.
Substantial residential accommodation at Malvern Station. Perhaps for the Station Master. I wonder what it is used for now. Later edit: I have just realised that behind what you can see are the walkways from the street to the platform ramps.
Some interesting information at the Beechworth Honey Shop. (hope I haven't used this before)
I expect a truck with a trailer turned too tightly. There is no rush to fix this, so the telecommunication connections within must still be working alright.
A subject of my photography yelled at me. Man, I don't like having my photo takien. I replied, Well, there goes your couple of dollars in your collection hat. He then started ranting at me. Let me tell you, I well and truly took him on as I beat a hasty retreat. I mean really, you dress like that and perform, not terribly well, in public, and you have a problem with public photography? I should have turned on the flash in my camera and gone in close, but he seemed to be a very cross man. The pop up park at the bottom of Elizabeth Street has gone, though the area is still closed to traffic. Did the the pop up park become a hang out for undesirables? Certainly plenty of undesirables hang around there, outside Coles supermarket.
Maybe I have mentioned that we live in a very busy area. Cars, trucks, trams, buses, vans, and even more cars.
Missed when I posted photos of Docklands. I quite like the photo.
The trouble with keeping photos for too long is that you forget where you took them. A house with a little tower has always appealed to me.
Towards the top right is a darker brown fleck in the benchtop. There are just a few of these in the benchtop. Is it two years or three since we had the kitchen renovated? That is at least two years of me futilely trying to sweep these 'crumbs' into the sink.
Sea fog on Port Phillip.
I haven't seen many balloons of late, but these two sailed past recently, quite close.
Maples was a furniture store with various showrooms spread around the inner suburbs and one in the city. It is just a memory now, but the name lives on in various places. This one is in Clarendon Street, South Melbourne.
Day one, anticipation. Day two, they are opening. Day three, perfection. Day four, sadness. The heating kills off the iris quickly.
As I do on a day off, I wake and prop myself up in bed with my tablet. I was struggling to see the screen. My glasses must be dirty. I got up and cleaned one lens with a tissue and discovered the other lens had fallen out. I put on my slightly stronger 'bathroom' glasses. I subsequently searched high and low for the lens, checking pockets, besides the lounge chair cushions, behind my bed, in my bed, everywhere. I could not find the lens.
It was time to get out the shoe box and find a pair of serviceable glasses at the right strength. Some were missing nose pads, some were too weak, a couple of pair were broken. I narrowed it down to four pair that I could use. From the rest I took off what nose pads remained and used them on the four pair I was keeping and I have some spare nose pads now. I threw the rest away, including my old pair missing the lens.
Lo and behold, even though I checked my shirt pocket, there I did come across my missing lens. Oh well, I have thrown the glasses out now, so not point keeping it, so I will now throw the lens away.
Except I didn't throw away the old glasses. The new glasses I chose were too small and kept falling off. I looked for a better pair, and found the old ones, missing the lens. So I hadn't thrown out the glasses, but I had now certainly thrown out the missing lens. R kindly suggested I should buy a new pair. I nearly smacked him in the gob. I've got nothing on our friend, the late Dame M, who had 57 pair of glasses. Her boarder, the late Jasmine, counted them one day. Mother has rather a lot too. The difference is I have only ever paid about $5 for each pair of mine.