Victorian Suburban Garden Party

The men folk spent the morning waking up, then reading books while the women-folk went shopping for food and provisions. Eloise and Ros made scones, nothing went horribly wrong. With the reading anyway. Although, come to think of it, 2012 by Wesley Strieber if that's what his name was was a little unexpected, expecting as I was some kind of environmental catastrophe doom-saga but it turned out to be something to do with the nephilim annexing parallel earths and extirpating the souls of the inhabitants... you'll be familiar with the nephilim.

In the afternoon Adam's family - all of them I think - came around to renew their acquaintance with Josie's parents. Ding, dong, ding, dong. That's the sound of wedding bells that is.

Afternoon spent in garden. Sunshine. Chairs in a big circle. Lots of Australians. Stubbies. Beer coolers. Eskies. Cakes. Nice food. Water pistols.

Full tummies in the shadow of the most ludicrous residential satellite dish in Melbourne as the sun went down.

Third late night for Eloise. Bedtime hid behind sunset again.