FULL of house inspections and work. and getting off the tram two stops early in the freezing cold.
But saved by impromptu Jazz gigs (thanks for the tix Special K).
Amazing fog - which an old biddy tried to tell us was ash from Chilean volcano. We hadn't heard of the eruption at that stage so we thought she was crazy. It still probably wasn't ash though.
Brighton. Looking out over the bay. And at a boy.
Brighton and city engulfed in fog.
Day trippin' down to Flinders and Somers on the Mornington Peninsula over the long weekend. Just wait until I find the picture of the vanilla custard we bought and (part) ate. It's claim to fame was the biggest and the best. Well it certainly was the biggest.
Sunday back in the city. Getting packed up and ready to head to Woodend. I love laundromats. and trams. and laundromats.
Footy for the Queens Birthday (she would have wanted us to). But it was a little sad as our boys got smashed. Then a week of commuting to the city by the train (early rises), bed shopping, and.... drum roll.... getting approval for our rental. yay.
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