It’s been almost two weeks since I last walked on the beach. I’m pleased to say it’s still there, and still beautiful. I only hope the seagulls hadn’t been waiting for me all that time.
I had meant to blog way back on Mother’s Day – that’s the second Sunday in May in Australia – the 10th May this year. Believe it or not, I’ve been pretty busy since then.
The weather that day was glorious – unless you are a farmer waiting for autumn rain – and we made the most of it with a lunch on our back balcony, sharing a bottle of white wine and a seafood platter.
Actually, we had our lunch on the Saturday, as Bill had to leave on the Sunday and go away on a mercy mission for a few days. It all fell within the allowable guidelines, which are ever-so-slightly being eased.
By the way, I don’t eat oysters. Bill managed the lot. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I did embroider the tablecloth. In another lifetime. No longer in my repertoire.
Before we left on our road trip at the beginning of March, I had an asymmetrical haircut. While we were away, the long side decided to go madly, flyaway, curly – and it was driving me mad. Given that we live in a complex with aged-care attached, by the time we returned, our operator had pre-empted lock-down restrictions and shut all our communal areas – including the hairdresser. So, I didn’t bother to find out if any others were still operating (which they were at that time). I just got out Bill’s hair clippers and chopped the lot off.
Tee-hee. That was two months ago and my normally fast-growing hair is taking some time to grow back. That’ll happen when the biggest comb in the set is only a #4.
You can also tell from this photo that I haven’t quite got the selfie angle down pat.
And so ends another day in paradise . . .
Hope you are all staying safe, healthy, and, happy.