Things continue active in the Harbour Flat.
Lindsey's son, daughter in law and granddaughters have been in Melbourne this week, so we had an impromptu meal on Monday night at a pub in Collingwood. This had the advantage that I could take the train and the venue was only a short walk from the station. I didn't especially like the venue, however. It was dark and noisy and the chips were overcooked. Nice fish, but overcooked chips are a big flaw in my world. And it wasn't just my chips which were overcooked. It was good to catch up with people and I had a good evening, but I wouldn't choose to go back.
I spent quite some time on Tuesday walking round and round and round the Coles supermarket in Spencer Street looking for a pre-cooked turkey crown which I would have sworn I had bought in the Coles in Sebastopol last year. Not only could I not find it, I couldn't find any turkey which wasn't flavoured, adulterated, marinated. I couldn't find much turkey at all, though there was a positive Kosciuszko of varieties of ham. I picked up most of the rest of my shopping and then on an impulse I hopped on a tram and went round to the Woolworths in The District. Where I found the pre-cooked turkey crown I had been looking for. Obviously not the Coles in Sebastopol!
I think I got almost all of my target of 30 minutes daily walking on my futile hunt in Coles.
Down in The District:
And then, when I got home, there was an exciting birthday box waiting for me:
filled with yummy things:
and fun things:
Thank you to Tabitha, Austin and Freyja.









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