Still at home ....

The cold has developed, despite the anti biotics.
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....

Breakfast this morning...

I'm home with a cold today, Doctors appointment this after noon.

 Any way, after ringing work, and taking the car to Malls' for a service, 

I decided to have a lovely breakfast, and share it with you.

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.

More Lovely Flowers...

Just a Camelia from the garden...

Glassware from Glenda.

Isn't the light lovely?.

And I'm finally geting the hang of the little lens....

At Home This morning...

The lounge.

The Dresser.

Miss Nardia Outside On The Window Sill.

Last Nights' Dishes.

Candles In The Hall.

The Dresser.

My Favourite Cupboard.

Peonies.

Water and Glasses.

The Kitchen.

And Again.

The Angel (withAime's hair).

Just looking for some photos about the house, still only using the little lens and it's not the same, nevermind.

Simple Pleasures...

Today I made toast with Avocado,shaved Fennel, Smoked Salmon, and Semi Sundried Tomato for lunch.

It was delicious, crunchy, creamy,and salty....

Such a Beautiful Flower

A lovely lily from Marj's garden.

Yes... that's a tatoo....

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...

The Blue Diamond...City Night Life....

Last night we cellebrated Jades' birthday in the city at a jazz club (not really that jazzy, nevermind)

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.

The band.

More of the band.

Full moon from the balcony.

Street viev from the balcony, 15 stories up.

The building opposite.

Marg and I thought we were the oldest there...well except for dear Robert.
 Lots to observe, quite a lessen in modern culture.

Unfortunatley my lovely zoom lens jamed for some unknown reason and I had to make do with the regular lens...

Looking Back At Carlton....

Last weekend Marg and I decided to stay in town ...(with the whole Emma 21'st thing)...This will give you some idea of what it was like.

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...

Bathroom.

The building next door

Reception,
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.

Beautiful vegies.

Pretty vegies, masquerading as flowers.