The pier at Altona
What an ace Easter break I've had. Sunshine! The beach! Cuddles with nephews! Friends! Sleep-ins! Shopping! More comedy!
It turns out that Easter Sunday is quite a good day to go to Ikea. It wasn't too crowded. I bought a new rug for my lounge room, which was carried most of the way home by my friend/rug mule, Si. It looks good.
This made me laugh. There's something about the exclamation mark that suggests the signs were put there after an unfortunate incident. No, you can't pee here!
Sunday night Si and I went to see Daniel Kitson's show The Interminable Suicide of Gregory Church, which seems to be about death, but it's really about living. It was fantastic. Kitson has an amazing gift for a delightful turn of phrase. He can amuse you and move you at the same time (if you can keep up - he talks very fast).
On Monday I visited my friend Deliea and her two sons (my quasi-nephews, who are now 4 and about 18 months). They are such beautiful little boys - blue eyes, long dark lashes and blond hair - and so funny. The little one got all shy when I arrived, tucking his chin into his shoulder and looking up at me through his lashes. So cute.
Deliea and her sister made a yummy lunch (mmm....corned beef) and then Master 4 asked me to stay for dinner as well, so I did. He asked so nicely I couldn't say no.
Today was the first anniversary of my father's death and I visited my stepmother for lunch at Altona Beach. It's hard to believe a year has gone by. We let go some balloons in the colours of Dad's footy team and watched them until they were out of sight. We walked out on the pier and I saw tiny little fish in the shallows.
I stopped off at Newport and Yarraville on the way home to take photos of old things.
The old St George's Theatre at Yarraville
(now being turned into apartments)
An old house on Ballarat Street in Yarraville
Old milk bar in Yarraville