I remember Four

Four years ago today our youngest grandchild decided it was time to enter the world, albeit two months early.

Today he's a delightful little boy who charms everyone he comes in contact with.  Isn't four a wonderful age?  The world is yet to be discovered and your life is full of great expectations.

What must it be like to be the envy of your big brother and sister with a Lightsaber all of your own?

 

This is our second autumn back in Sydney and we are still surprised at the beauty of the season after so many years living in a sub-tropical climate.

Not only are we delighted at the vivid colours of the trees, but suddenly there are sasanqua camellias blooming everywhere.  It almost makes the cold weather worthwhile.  Who am I kidding?

The week has flown by and I can't believe it's the weekend.  On Monday I met up with some old school friends at the home of one of our classmates and her sister.  Their unit is in a building constructed in the late Thirties and I was fascinated by the stained glass window in the stairwell.  

We were thoroughly spoilt as our classmate's sister is a gourmet cook, and a girl can't have too much lemon delicious.

I fell in love with their TV room and am secretly hoping that they will leave their home to me in their wills, but that's not going to happen.

The next day we drove our daughter and son-in-law to the airport and bade them a happy three months in Europe.   Not in the least envious. 

We know they arrived safely because this is their latest image on Facebook.  What a marvellous time to be living in.  They are on the other side of the world in London, yet we can see within seconds what they are drinking.  It's good to know they're looking after themselves.

As are we.

Happy birthday Dan.

You've got to love them ...

ONE OF THE MOST endearing characteristics we discovered during our recent travels was the true British spirit. When it comes to civil disobedience, none can surpass them. And it has been going on for a long time - witness the World War II Cabinet War Rooms:

Up to the present day, not far from this historic site, the tradition is carried on:

Railway stations appear to be a natural breeding ground:

The disease has even spread to Edinburgh:


But my all-time favourite rests with the grand city of Birmingham:


So if you have British blood coursing through your veins, stand up and be proud. Mind you, in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, such offences would have had these good folk transported en masse to join us here in Oz - probably for the term of their natural lives.

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A new shipment of fabrics arrived late last week and I immediately fell in love with them, which is just as well, because I felt the need for some sort of incentive to keep on sewing. So far I completed a couple of knot dresses which will be for sale at the BrisStyle Indie Market on 5 December (see side bar).

And now for some of that British resolve - back to the sewing room.