Last Sunday we were pleased to see
Sandy & David back at breakfast full of stories from their recent trip back
to Penang, where they lived & worked for a year in 1996. They were both
looking well & happy to be home, especially their property at Porcupine Ridge.
Rhonda joined us for a coffee, and we enjoyed catching up with her as well.
I was quite tired from failing in
my quest to get the Pies into the Grand Final, so spent the rest of the day
watching VFL footy – first the Collingwood women, who beat the Bulldogs to
claim their first Premiership and then the Richmond team, which were too good
for Williamstown in a very close game.
In between we had a decadent &
delightful afternoon tea with Rob & Dene, our neighbours, and heard some of
their stories from their recent trip to Bordeaux, Spain & Portugal. By the
time I had fed Lewis & Morse at 5.30pm, I was more than ready for bed &
benefitted from the early night.
It had been raining when we woke
on Monday morning, so I let Wes do the walking & headed off early to gym
via Leitches Creek, where I pumped mineral water. Barry gave me a new programme
at gym, so I have been sore in different spots this week. Wes managed to get
some weeding & mowing done out the front before the rain settled in again.
Thank you flowers
from Annie to us for walking Maisie for her
School holidays are a wonderful
time to be driving to Melbourne, so I visited Leanne on Tuesday & had a
delightful drive there & back for a change. We had a good visit &
kicked a few goals. Wes had hurt his back weeding, so he had a quiet day
sitting, reading & dog cuddling. We had smoked cod, oven-baked Dutch Cream
potato slices covered in paprika & peas for dinner – what a treat!
On Wednesday, while Wes spent time
helping Barbara, I met up with both Dot & Judi for Mah Jong at Muffins
& More, which was as full as I have ever seen it – school holidays
meant lots of mothers & children indulging in treats (scones, jam &
cream, spiders, waffles & muffins) & all talking at the tops of their
voices. We all won at least one game & enjoyed our time together.
We had been invited to morning tea
on Thursday by Jan Pengilley & arrived to find her dying to tell us her
story of preparing for our visit. She has recently had surgery & we had
offered to bring something to eat, but she was determined to provide. Jan had
prepared the perfect pikelet mixture until the moment when she broke an egg
into the batter only to discover it was bad. She didn’t have enough milk to
make another batch, so we had to make do with fruit cake & Venetian
biscuits – both very acceptable if not quite as decadent as pikelets with jam
& cream.
I was starting to get excited
about the Grand Final by Friday, and spent the day doing the usual weekend
chores of washing, ironing & cleaning. We took the boys out to Larder
for a cuppa. Because of school holidays, everywhere was busy, but we found a
spot out the back & Lewis & Morse enjoyed the experience.
Yesterday morning we started with breakfast
at The Food Gallery before Wes drove me to Woodend Station to
catch the train to the MCG. I was delighted to see old friend,
Lyndal Jenkin, and her daughter, Brontë, in the waiting room. Lyndal is a
Carlton supporter, but Brontë barracks for Richmond & aged 11, was off to
her second Grand Final in three years. We enjoyed catching up as Lyndal currently
lives & teaches in Birchip & I do miss her in my life. We play Scrabble
on our phones & keep in touch that way, but it’s not the same as face to
face.
I had a great seat at the ground,
on the wing & only 14 rows back from the fence. There was an air of excitement
everywhere & plenty of Greater Western Sydney supporters, both real & for
the day. I think most of us expected them to play the aggressive, never-say-die
footy that they brought last Saturday to defeat Collingwood, but sadly they
seemed to have left that back at home & succumbed to Richmond’s phenomenal
team game with barely a whimper. It was one of the most complete team
performances I have ever seen, although Wes tells me it wasn’t very exciting to
watch on TV. Because I was close I could really appreciate the effort that
every single Richmond player made.
On the way home I found myself on
the same train as Lyndal & Brontë, and Lyndal kindly offered to drive me
from the station, which saved Wes & the boys another trip to Woodend &
back.
It’s a cool morning here in
Daylesford and we are about to head off to the Sunday Market, before breakfast
back at The Food Gallery. It is hard to believe the footy season
is over & we’ve got 4 months to wait until the women start playing again.
In the meantime, we’ll have the Spring Racing Carnival & Cricket season to
occupy us.
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