We roamed Mother's garden collecting camellia blooms. I had no idea she has about ten camellia bushes.
R bought himself some new bedding. While I like it, it doesn't go well with the colour of the feature wall. I have heard murmurings of a wall colour change, in all three bedrooms.
It is wonderfully peaceful and quiet out on the balcony on Sunday mornings, with few trams and little traffic. Balloons were in the distance as the sun rose.
Looking in another direction is a departing container ship on Port Phillip Bay with Albert Park Lake, once a swamp, in the foreground.
And then there were these mad bastards, some of whom ran past The Highrise when it was still dark. Yes, I was up before the sun rose.
Our friend Manny in Malaysia has been in Australia. Coffee and tea is his business. He gave us this tea. We rarely drink tea, but I expect we will get to it.
The finished McDonald's brightly lit by the reflected sun.
I find bare elm trees very beautiful. It was a strong northerly wind and the branches were swaying.
And the leaves on the shrubbery opposite shimmered in the harsh morning light as they danced with the wind.
To celebrate the purchase of our new television, we stopped off at the way home at the West Beach Bather's Pavillion for a late lunch. It may appear to be warm, but it was not. Nevertheless, sunny is good.