Leaves are well and truly appearing on trees now. Across the road though, the elms are deceptive. They are only green with seeds and husks, or hops. After a couple of warm days they dry off and then the wind blows them around like confetti, at times even into The Highrise. Curiously I noticed something on the inside of my shower door. I opened it and it was a elm hop was stuck to the glass.
We stopped by the site of the last series of the tv show The Block. We did not really watch the show, but R did watch once a week when the work they had done during the week was completed and revealed.
There were real estate agent boards on the front for each apartment to be sold.
The winners were the the two brothers on the Jellis Craig board. It is judged by how much the property sells over the auction reserve which is set by the makers of the tv show. The contestants get to keep the difference, plus $100,000 prize money for the winners. They deserved to win. Their apartment was both luxurious and masculine. It was the only one I almost liked.
We caught the tram to Victoria Gardens. While it is not so bad in this photo, see the hatched area on the road to keep cars clear of the tram tracks. When we arrived, cars were lined up on the hatched area waiting to turn right and of course blocking the tram. There was no reason for this except absolute stupidity and the blind following the stupid.
Since R has retired, he now does my ironing, of which there is very little. I bought a new shirt and washed it and then decided to iron it myself. But I had never used our latest iron. It is a complicated beast. With no class and a lot of the other, I worked it out. Well, I thought I had. It blurted out a measure of dirty water from the sole plate onto my new shirt. Wash, dry and I successfully completed the ironing the second time.
I image this is how sauerkraut begins, but no, it was something else and I have now forgotten what. The frypan is cast iron, bought for a couple of dollars about thirty years ago in a camping shop. It has served us very well.
This was my grandfather's wheelbarrow, now in the possession of Tradie Brother. He has given in a rust treatment and soon it will have a coat of green paint, which is how I remember it. It is over fifty years old.
A curious anachronism in Princes Street, St Kilda. Nepean Highway is called St Kilda Road where they meet. There is not even a route number, so it must be quite old. Even the dot after Hwy tells me it is a very old sign. Note Vic Roads, just because I mention it, there is no reason to remove it. I like it.
A shiny new thing seen on Melbourne's streets, alas not normally going past The Highrise, with the exception of this one which was probably being tested. Made in Melbourne, for Melbourne........of mostly imported parts.
If you have a shiny new thing on the streets, you need another shiny new thing to push or tow the first shiny new thing when it breaks down.