I hope yesterday's post did not offend anyone. If you have a religion, that is fine with me. I just don't believe.
Good Friday is such a boring day. It used to be a day for family stuff, but nothing was arranged and we didn't bother to try to arrange anything. Good Friday and Christmas Day are the only full days here when shops are closed and it was a deliciously warm day, well a little too warm for me at nearly 30 degrees (double it and add 30 for F.).
R suggested a tram to Acland Street, St Kilda for brunch. I suggested Sandringham by train for brunch. We were so slow it was actually lunch time when we reached Sandy after a very pleasant train trip.
Cafes were crowded, especially outside, and I always need shade. R spied a couple leaving an outdoor seat at one cafe and quickly moved and snaffled it. It was a nice lunch. We just missed a train after we finished our meal and so in the twenty minute wait we took a brief walk.
We walked down towards the beach and past the Sandringham Hotel, which has the most wonderful views over the bay. I first went there with a female friend when I was 19 and it was the first time I ate oysters, Kilpatrick. It took a few years for me to get into Oysters Natural.
The train arrived at the terminus and people streamed from the train obviously heading to the beach. I can't remember what the beach is like. Off went the train with us in cool comfort. It stopped of course at Middle Brighton Station and who got on the train? Our 85 year old friend the Brighton Antique Dealer. She had done the same as we did, lunch at a cafe but in her case, in Middle Brighton. Her 70 year old toy boy was with her.
The quite grand beach entrance.
For some time we have been saying, we must call and catch up with BAD. For some time she had been saying the same about us. She asked us back to her posh retirement building and we had coffee from a machine in the public lounge area, joined by a 93 year old resident. We spent an hour or more catching up on news and returned home quite exhausted, but it was lovely to see her and we will see her somewhere out for dinner soon.
Now, this is a recipe for old age as where BAD lives is full of very and mostly self sufficient old people. If you were born in Britain, Canada or the US, my advice from observations is keep your accent. Most of all though, have a good sense of humour. Laugh, joke and make smutty exchanges. Flirt about what might be impossible at your age.
EG: BAD was describing the 93 year old's bed, that lifted electrically in all sorts of directions. Me: BAD, you know an awwwwwful lot about how his bed works?
We may have an easy and quick death, or a slow drawn out one, but always try to keep your sense of humour. BAD's building has a happy hour, 5pm to 6 where residents get together for just the one.