Ten in the morning, sunny and calm.
William lay in his pram, parked beneath the flowering magnolia. He gazed up at the fat pink buds, thinking who knows what. (Probably not that the possums had eaten maybe half of them.)
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Then off to lunch with W's older sister. We visited the same cafe to which I used to take my two older children most Saturday mornings when they were growing up. Milkshakes and ravioli - yes! - for them, coffee and toasted sandwiches for me. It was always the same. The place hasn't changed in years. It's tucked away in a little arcade off a main shopping street. The coffee was always great. Still is.
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We spent a few days at the beach last week. No damage from the storms, but a tree went through an old man's roof in Dromana.
You'd think I was obsessed with gum trees. Must be through reading the tragic Seven Little Australians as a child.
Incidentally, that book should be compulsory reading for today's children. Something of an antidote to the kinds of books that sometimes pass for children's literature today. Looks like publishers are trying to capture the attention deficit disorder market with plot, language and design as lurid and vapid as most television shows. Cynical? Maybe.
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The For Sale sign went up outside our house today. We went shopping for carpet for our new house.
William lay in his pram, parked beneath the flowering magnolia. He gazed up at the fat pink buds, thinking who knows what. (Probably not that the possums had eaten maybe half of them.)
*
Then off to lunch with W's older sister. We visited the same cafe to which I used to take my two older children most Saturday mornings when they were growing up. Milkshakes and ravioli - yes! - for them, coffee and toasted sandwiches for me. It was always the same. The place hasn't changed in years. It's tucked away in a little arcade off a main shopping street. The coffee was always great. Still is.
*
We spent a few days at the beach last week. No damage from the storms, but a tree went through an old man's roof in Dromana.
You'd think I was obsessed with gum trees. Must be through reading the tragic Seven Little Australians as a child.
Incidentally, that book should be compulsory reading for today's children. Something of an antidote to the kinds of books that sometimes pass for children's literature today. Looks like publishers are trying to capture the attention deficit disorder market with plot, language and design as lurid and vapid as most television shows. Cynical? Maybe.
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The For Sale sign went up outside our house today. We went shopping for carpet for our new house.
Wow. That's a blast from the past: I remember reading 'seven little australians' as a kid ;)
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