We had the care of the child for the day and the weather was pretty warm, what to do? We took her to the Museum of Victoria in Carlton.
But a couple of Little Jo anecdotes first. A sign has been placed in her bedroom on a chair for the new school year, saying "Please wear me to school. Signed, your underpants". We just can't trust her to put them on, even here.
Mother shed a tear or two when she received a letter from her electric company telling her to double the repayment she was making, as she was going backwards. Naturally the tear had to be shed in front of Sister, otherwise it was pointless. Sister made some calls and Mother now has to pay a bit more, but not double.
'Nanny, I don't like to see you sad'.
'I'm ok Little Jo. It is just Nanny misses Poppie L and finds it hard on my own at times.'
'Nanny, you are like Queen Victoria who died of a broken heart when Prince Albert died.'
Yes, not entirely true, but it does seem we have a history buff and Anglophile in our midst, along with being a possible paleontologist.
The night before our outing to the museum R, Bone Doctor and Little Jo went to see a stage performance of Horrible Histories, Barmy Britain and Little Jo volunteered to go on stage in front of hundreds of people in the audience and as the saying goes, she slayed them in the aisles, with several of the audience complimenting her afterwards. I can't brag too much more because the details of what she did were only vaguely reported back to me.
There was a hot rod show at the Exhibition Buildings the next day I think, adjacent to the Museum, the next day. Isn't this so so sleek.
And this one looks so so noisy.
Next to the historic and World Heritage listed Exhibition Buildings is the Museum of Victoria built only a decade or so ago and it will never win an architectural award but internally it functions well enough.
The Museum has a large and vast forecourt, perhaps rephrased as a long walk from the tram.
I recall writing a post in the past, showing you the same interior garden and I that time I found an owl to photograph.
Looking at the pond above through an embrasure in the waterfall.
Blue tongue lizards. They can be made into not terribly affectionate pets. You supply food, they will hang around.
After a bush fire, there may not be any more of a house left than a chimney like this one.
Dinosaurs were everywhere, well skeletons. It wasn't this one but I tried pronounce the name dinosaur name Hypsilophodon. In her best languid and world weary voice, Little Jo gave me the correct pronunciation, Andrew it is Hypsilophodon.
A bit of drawing in an activity room and a chance for R and myself to sit down. It was quite a hot day and although air conditioned, it still felt quite warm inside.
There was some shade as we trekked back to the tram stop in Nicholson Street.
I could not resist taking a few photos of the Exhibition Buildings.
The reward for behaving well was lunch in the Scottish restaurant. Well, there would have been hell to pay if she missed out on Maccas. The building outside the window is quite shabby, but I really hope it is kept.