Dear Everyone, after
1° last Sunday morning, we enjoyed a perfect Spring day. Breakfast was fun with
stories from Aileen about her mother; Judi described the beautiful meal at The Argus @ Peppers Springs Hotel that she and Michael shared to celebrate
their 21st Anniversary; Barbara had tried and failed to get
photocopying done locally in the new copy shop in the Rex arcade; Wes raved
about the trouble Bilbo had taken to buy him a special reserve Jamieson whisky
and a new rose Brass Band; and Aileen
invited a friend, Margot, who was sitting on her own downstairs to come and
join us, as her usual Sunday breakfast friend has gone back to Melbourne to
live.
Margot has lived in
the Daylesford area on and off since 1963 and resents the tourism that keeps
this town alive. She blames Tina for doing up the Convent Gallery and encouraging visitors, but both Warren and I
argued with her on two grounds – firstly, Alla opening The Lake House in the early 80s was what brought us to Daylesford,
and secondly, Daylesford has always relied on tourism once the gold dried up
and the mineral water was found.
Brass Band – memories of a young
Brunswick Mayor leading the Brunswick Brass Band down the length of the Town
Hall as the band played ’76 Trombones’ – a highlight of his Mayoral Ball!
I set off for
Ballarat again on Monday morning to collect the doona, buy some pants at Snowgum and replace the car aerial,
which had been damaged when I put the car through the carwash. Snowgum has disappeared even though the
signs are still there, and I had to order a new aerial at Mazda, but I did
successfully collect the doona. Meanwhile Wes spent the morning in the garden,
both ours and Barbara’s and filled two green bins with weeds. I had a fringe
trim and came home to a yummy prawn and pumpkin risotto which we enjoyed while
watching episode one of Ice Cream Girls,
which is far too serious and provocative for lunchtime watching.
That night Wes took
Barbara to the ALP meeting, where there was some spirited discussion among the
members present. Bilbo and I went to bed early as the day had started at 4.30am
and we were both tired. I watched AFL
360° to get the wash-up on the weekend’s games and especially the
eye-witness report from Mark Robinson who had been at the Adelaide Oval to see
Port completely demolish Richmond in the first 17 minutes of the game.
Tuesday was a warm,
wet morning, so Bilbo missed out on a walk, but was happy to eat his bone and
then spend time in the study with Wes. Fawlty
Towers was in big demand with up to seven crimson & green parrots
sharing seed at any one time. Wes told me that it was three years to the day
since I had been diagnosed with chronic fatigue and that this time last year I
had spent the entire week in bed – progress indeed.
On Wednesday we
drove to Melbourne to see The Last
Confession starring David Suchet at the Comedy
Theatre. I had bought tickets months ago when they first went on sale and
we were seated in the middle 6 rows from the front, which was a perfect view.
We enjoyed yum cha at Westlake first,
before taking our seats in time for the 1pm matinee. The play is well-written and
David Suchet has a wonderful stage presence, beautiful voice and moves
comfortably in his role. We are so pleased we went. David is a very capable
actor, not quite in the class of a mesmerising actor such as Sir Ralph
Richardson or Nigel Hawthorne or Anthony Sher, all three of whom we were unable
to take our eyes from when we saw them on stage.
Thursday was cold
and wet and then just cold – I went to gym and Wes spent the morning fixing up
under the house and getting it ready for the old fridge as the new one was
delivered after lunch by Tim & Alex from Jenkin & Thomas. As usual, they were polite, agreeable and saw
no problem in taking the current fridge from upstairs to under the house.
Terry’s Asiatic lilies continuing
to beautify our living area with their glorious blooms and perfume
Barbara’s cat,
Bobby, had been attacked by another cat, and she rang for help in getting him
to the vet. Wes offered to do it all for her and Bobby seems to be recovering
OK after his ordeal.
I drove back to
Ballarat on Friday to get the new aerial fitted onto Dolly Grey and arrived back in time to get ready for lunch at the Lake House with Di Lyttleton & Jeff
Bain, who had invited us to join them. We enjoyed walking down the hill and
across King Street in our finery. We spent a wonderful long afternoon with them
and arrived back home just after 5pm, much to Bilbo’s relief as his dinner time
had come and gone without any sign of us. Sadly we were too tired that night to
last the second half of the very exciting Geelong vs North Melbourne match and
awoke to find North had hung on for a one-goal win.
Yesterday started
very slowly indeed and we spent the morning reading all the pieces of
Saturday’s Age newspaper as well as doing the crosswords, checking emails and
listening to the Coodabeen Champions
with their unique sense of humour in dissecting our wonderful game of Aussie Rules.
Wes made a yummy pasta lunch which gave us a little more energy in the
afternoon. We even watched every minute of the very exciting Freo vs Port game,
where Port proved too good in the end. Should be an exciting pair of
Preliminary Finals next weekend – we know supporters of every team in them
except for Port.
It’s another lovely
cold morning, and Bilbo and I are about to go out for our regular shopping,
including Coles supermarket, before having breakfast at the Food Gallery.
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