Sunday, July 12, 2020

Barwon Heads Day 2

To repeat, Ex Sis in Law and her husband, her oldest daughter's second daughter and her youngest daughter Hippie Niece were all sleeping in the caravan, while Hippie Niece slept on mattresses on our cottage floor.

This is nice on a memorial seat facing the beach. "Harry Grant 1926 - 2012. Loving memories. Come sit awhile. Enjoy the sea."




I took some some photos with moonlight on cresting waves. I don't think these are them and I can't find them.




The Bluff.


Now I left you with a cliff hanger. What happened at 1.30 Friday night, well Saturday morning really? R's phone rang. It was Ex Sis in Law, somewhat distressed as one the twins was melting down and uncontrollably screaming for her mother. R woke Hippie Niece and drove her the few minutes to the caravan. The twin was consoled by her mum and HN ended up staying at the caravan and sleeping on the kitchen table.

Meanwhile back at the cottage, we were wide awake. We had a couple of stiff drinks and eventually went back to sleep at 3am. What a nightmare.

The next morning ESinL's husband cooked us bacon and eggs at the caravan and we all then drove to Torquay where Fire Fighting Nephew and his wife's apartment is being built. They will move in in November. FFN's wife is due to give birth to their daughter Poppet in August. We couldn't find anywhere large enough to have ice creams for the kiddies and coffee for us, so we bought a box of ice creams from the supermarket and went back to Barwon Heads to eat them on public seating. That was nice.

At 3pm Sister, Bone Doctor and Jo arrived at the caravan to have an early celebration for Jo's 13th birthday. 

Some serious para gliding.


Two cakes for Jo, enough for everyone. Candles are verboten so it was just a rousing Happy Birthday. As I type on the following Saturday, it is Jo's 13th birthday and we called her and sang Happy Birthday to her over the phone.


We did our own thing Saturday night and bought take away fish and chips and had a lovely evening in our cottage just on our own. Social interaction exhausts me, even though I kind of like it. No early morning calls, and clearly there couldn't be repeat of the previous night, so where did Hippie Niece and the twins sleep? Oh dear, I mucked up a bit.

36 comments:

  1. I really like the placque on the memorial bench.
    I am very glad that you got this time away. Sleeping on the kitchen table? She is obviously a 'quiet' sleeper. I would crash to the floor and wake everyone. Again.

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    1. EC, by the look of her the next morning, I doubt she slept much. Once her parents got up, no doubt she slept a bit in their bed.

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  2. I'm with you on the excessive socializing, it takes a huge toll on me. Lovely cakes and lovely family time, I'm glad you got some duo time with R.

    XO
    WWW

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    1. WWW, mentally exhausting for me. Overall it was a nice time.

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  3. A lovely peaceful spot by the looks of it...except at one-thirty in the morning! :)

    Have a good week, Andrew...take care.

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    1. Thanks Lee. It just occurred to me the screaming of one of the twins was probably heard by nearby people in caravans.

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  4. Ooooh fish and chip supper........bliss it's been months and months

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    1. John, so close to the coast.....or are the fish and chippies closed?

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  5. The cakes look lovely! And the pictures of the Sea make my heart stir. How I miss the ocean of my youth.
    Sounds like a fun time was had by all.

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    1. Maribeth, the cakes cost less than half than the cakes we buy for birthdays, and they were all front and pretty bland to eat. We don't like being too far from the sea.

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  6. I find social interaction exhausting even to think about. I do enjoy a bit of it from time to time but the older I get the more I want to just be with my husband or by myself. Preferably reading. And eating :)

    It's hard to lose sleep as we get older. I used to run on six hours a night. Now it has to be at least seven and a half.

    So is there a third instalment to see what happened to Hippie Niece and her twins?? I hope so!

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    1. Jenny, I can't go to bed late now. Bed by 11, awake by 7. That's so different to my rotating shift working life. I always known I was a creature of habit. At times I feel like saying, can you go away now. I am in the middle of a good book, or I have a blog post to compose and both are more important than time with you. Terrible!

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    2. Yes, 3rd instalment. My bad.

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  7. Fish and chips in a beach hut :) Reminds me of family holidays in the 1950s and early 60s

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    1. A beach hut Hels, at $200 per night! But I know what you mean.

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  8. Bacon and Egg do sound good

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    1. Dora, Ex Sis in Law's husband is an excellent self taught cook.

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  9. The park where I go to there are benches with commemorative plaques. A person doesn't necessarily have to be dead to get their name on a bench, but they do have to have donated some money.

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    1. Kirk, I suppose there are some of those here, but most are memorial seats, which is kind of nice.

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  10. Happy Birthday Jo! A box of ice creams to be shared at the beach is a lovely idea. when I was at the beach a few days ago I took pictures of waves coming in to shore that look remarkably like the ones you have pictured here.
    I like the message on the bench, "sit a while, enjoy the sea."

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    1. River, we called Jo yesterday for her actual birthday. They aren't locked down and it looks like she will be back to school Monday, unlike most school kids. I love sitting and watching the sea.

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  11. All far too busy for me. I'll sit on the bench until it's time to go home!

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    1. Cro, when it became sunny, you may have dozed off on the bench and been rounded up by the police as a homeless vagrant.

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    2. It happens all the time!

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  12. My you did have a night of it then, can't imagine sleeping on the caravan table.
    Looks interesting that area.
    Take care.

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    1. Frankly Margaret, I can't imagine sleeping on a caravan table, and she is not small.

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  13. My mother had a rule, if the phone range in the middle of the night, someone better be dead, it they will be. I find time with family particularly exhausting.

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    1. Travel, yes, phone calls in the middle of the night fill people with dread, often for good reasons.

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  14. What a lovely, if somewhat exhausting, family time Andrew. I am so used to BIG family gatherings that I mostly enjoy them immensely, I suspect you do also 😉 Super series of photos here for us 💜

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    1. Thanks Grace. Yes, I do enjoy them, but I just find them tiring.

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  15. Oh, man, I would NOT have enjoyed getting that phone call!

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  16. I'll admit I'm loving the social distancing. No on to sit beside me on transit. No one standing on my heels. Exhibit with circles on floor to control distancing. Not feeling obligated to visit anyone or have people over!

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    1. Jackie, we are kind of getting used to ISO now. We are back to driving everywhere though, even if trams are once again empty.

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  17. Can't believe Jo is now a teenager. I fear those night time calls. It is never to give you good news.

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    1. We can barely believe it Marie. No, no one checks their winning lottery tickets in the middle of the night.

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