It was very sad in one way to finish our lovely holiday,
but it is always good to be home & reunited with Bilbo, who is getting away
with murder these days (sitting in Warren’s armchair, leaping onto our bed
etc).
We came back to long grass, plenty of roses, tomatoes that
needed staking & lots of mail. Much of the post was Christmas cards &
there was a common theme to many of them – it seems that everyone is finding
things tough & as we age, we are experiencing health issues, some more serious
than others. Thank you to everyone who has shared their year with us – we
aren’t in touch as often as we should be & we are determined to change that
in 2018.
Me in the Adelaide
Library admiring the ceiling & endless rows of books
Wes attended a meeting of the Daylesford Cinema volunteers
at Victoria Park, which has been chosen as the current venue for the cinema
while the new one is being built, as it may not be ready until April. The
committee is keen to show children’s films, in particular, during the long
holidays.
We were invited to Eddie Beacham’s 80th birthday
afternoon tea last Tuesday. Jon Stephens had also been invited & drove up
from Melbourne to attend. He stayed overnight with us & it was lovely to
catch up with him, as always. Eddie’s celebration was most enjoyable with lots
of locals mixing with some ex-politicians & friends from the Beachams’ days
in Carlton.
The next morning Barbara joined Wes & Jon for breakfast
at Boathouse Daylesford, which I am
sure was very good, as per usual. After the early morning walk, I headed off to
gym & then to Muffins & More
to play Mah Jong with Dot, our final get-together for the year. We won two
games each & had a lovely time catching up on news.
Wes turned up to do Front of House on Friday night for a
Harry Potter film. Two patrons turned up, which was a start. Yesterday
afternoon, no-one showed up for the 3pm film, probably because there hasn’t
been much publicity. We can only hope that improves or this experiment will be
over very quickly.
Gaggle of geese
hissing at us yesterday morning!
I visited Leanne yesterday and we had a fun time getting everywhere
ready for Christmas lunch.
We were very sad to read during this week that local
trotting legend, Bob Conroy, aged 88, had died after being thrown from his
sulky. His funeral is being held on Wednesday, and I imagine it will be
standing room only half an hour before the 11am start. We didn’t know Bob very
well, but are good friends with his wife, Pat, and grand-daughter, Lyndal.
We have been rivetted to the 3rd Ashes Test in
Perth – it’s great to listen to the radio, while watching TV. However, the TV
can’t relay the tension you feel when you are at a cricket ground. Steve Smith’s
mental & physical stamina is incredible – he batted all day yesterday &
made perhaps four false strokes. Mitch Marsh was very exciting to watch after his
brother, Shaun, was dismissed & the pendulum has swung back very firmly in Australia’s
favour.
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