We didn’t do an awful lot today.
Mirinda went to the doctor which meant we had to visit the world’s best bakery for breakfast. We were going to have a cake and coffee but I spotted a sign which said ‘try our new cheese, bacon and sausage roll’ and found it impossible to resist. I mean, seriously, how could anyone? Mind you, you only need to eat one a year. They would completely line all your organs in cholesterol if you were tempted beyond one a year.
Back at Dural, I spent most of the day scanning photographs and loading them onto Flickr. I’ve just passed the 600 mark. What I’m finding interesting is the fact that I feel I’m getting to know Claire much better through these photographs. Not just Claire, of course, but the focus is on her at the moment. I wish I’d seen them years ago. Sadly, I realise I only knew the smallest bit about her.
For dinner, tonight, Bob decided we had to have T-bone steaks cooked on the barbie. He was right, we did have to have T-bone steaks cooked on the barbie. They were huge; they were magnificent; they were brilliantly Australian. Mine filled my plate so much that I had to eat most of it before I could start on the trimmings (mushrooms, onions, salad, potato). It was joyous.
And here’s my daily blast from the past…
This is after an Easter egg hunt at Dural. I don’t remember it but I’m fairly certain that’s me between Mirinda and Fiona.