It’s been a great week, Rae has been home on annual leave and it’s been fantastic to spend so much time with her and the kids. It’s going to be a rude shock when she returns to 9-5 next week, not sure who will cope the least, me or the kids.
Yesterday in particular was everything a holiday day should be.
I took the day off work and we made the most of it. In the morning we went for breakfast at our old haunt, The Famous Blue Raincoat. They say you can never go back but that just ain’t true when it comes to breakfast at The Coat. Just as good as ever. The plan was then go and buy four plants from Bunnings, Dale had suggested lilly pillies, but at $45 a pop we re-evaluated. We trundled on down to the Newport Lakes Native Nursery to see what we could see. And we saw a lot. For the price of one lilly pilly we left with enough tubes to start our entire front yard and best of all, being natives suited to the area, we just have to plant them and forget about them. I would take a photo to show you but we woke this morning to find our front yard covered in polystyrene balls. Strange things happen in the burbs.
In the afternoon Rae decided on a much needed nap so I took off. After a couple of chores I headed to Yarraville for a good browse through The Sun Bookshop. I eventually picked up one of the new $9.95 Popular Penguins, John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids. We were supposed to read this book in Year 10, or maybe it was 11 (Miss Marita, can you remember?). I have no idea why but I never finished the book back then so I figure I should make Mr Kemp happy and get around to it now. Thankfully the bug-person cover of my memory has been replaced by the cool original Penguin style. I wandered around to Try This, ordered a coffee and had a read in the front window.
And how do you finish a perfect day? Have the lovely (and currently internet-less) Ren over for a roast dinner, red wine and a movie. After some to-ing and fro-ing we ended up watching Sweeny Todd, which was fantastic. I also have some great news for anyone else sitting on a 1992 Brown Brothers King Valley Cab Sav, it has matured very very well.
You can’t top that sort of day easily so now it’s catch up with work for me and catch up with housework for Rae. All good things must come to an end, but every time I look at that garden in years to come I’ll remember yesterday.