I'm languishing at home, with the cat for company,
just trying to shake this thing.
|She wants to drink the water with the pretty flower in it....|
|The last of the Avocados....|
|And Lemon fron Helen's tree...|
|Toasted Sourdough Rye....|
|And the last of the Smoked Salmon (off cuts fron NQR)...|
|And of course coffee... thats it.|
Hope you all enjoy the day!,and I hope this cold's not going to hang on.
|Miss Nardia Outside On The Window Sill.|
|Last Nights' Dishes.|
|Candles In The Hall.|
|My Favourite Cupboard.|
|Water and Glasses.|
|The Angel (withAime's hair).|
|Somehow you think it's a joke when they say,|
"guess what I've got a tatoo"...well sometimes it's true.
Never the less when Max was born , I remember that comedy
was a big thing for me,
and I remember giving him a classic comedy name..
"Max Rosenblum"...so I guess it's all on track.
Loved your work Kunz Wah...
|It was so hard to talk above all the noise, Marg's lost her voice.|
|Looking back towards the bar,|
where there was all the drama of theatre and science,
watching the bar staff mix coctails.
|The birthday girl.|
|More of the band.|
|Full moon from the balcony.|
|Street viev from the balcony, 15 stories up.|
|The building opposite.|
|The view from our window...|
|And more of the view....|
|The Kitchen dining room.|
And the kettle that blew out all the power when we came home to make a cup of tea, post party.
(the power was off all night, and it was as cold as a tomb.)
|The bedroom...notice how thin the blankets are...|
|The building next door|
no wonder we drove around the block a few times,
( note the signage, a small photocopy.)
|Vic market for breakfast....|
|The food court, great coffee though.|
|Roof detail, nice.|
|Just how it looks.|
|Pretty vegies, masquerading as flowers.|