I took Lindsey into Ballarat this morning and dropped her at the station. It's her mother-in-law's 90th birthday today and everyone was off for lunch to celebrate. The Builder and I stayed here, armed once again with Ian's car, and pottered about, sustained with raisin toast and sticky buns.
We met with Pat for lunch, at Seymour's pub, on the corner of Lydiard and Seymour. It was one of the nicest Greek lamb salads I've had. Pat was off up to Beaufort after, for a gathering of the Historical Society and then dinner with them. The Builder and I were in hunter-gathering mode and took ourselves into town in search of jam jars (a moderately successful mission), fruits for marmalade (a successful mission), and food supplies for the evening (likewise a successful mission). There will be chicken kievs for dinner this evening, filled with prawns and garlic butter and served with boiled new potatoes and a truly wonderful salad. When Lindsey and Ian return, which will be shortly
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