Saturday 15th November
Tonight is our big
family reunion dinner at Mures Upper Deck, to celebrate Dad’s 90th
birthday. Chris, Karen, Kate and Max are
here from Sydney. All of the Harmsen offspring here except
for Michael, who can’t escape the clutches of the armed forces right now. Too sad…
I am here in Pete’s
house, showered, changed, ready to go.
And where is Pete?? Well he is in
Lauderdale, outside the shop, wielding a rusty wrench… The darling WRX decided
that we had had too much fun and excitement for the day.
We had spent a
happy hour or so with Lynne, Melissa, Evie and Olive.
Lynne is still being
very brave while still being immobilised by having two non-weight-bearing legs.
Her house is beautiful,
right on the beach, bathed in sunlight.
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| Stella Maris |
The beach is
beautiful.
She has a new friend/admirer,
called Paul, who spends all of his days trying to get inside.
He occasionally
succeeds…
Then we left, to
buy potatoes for tomorrow’s birthday celebration picnic.
And the WRX
resolutely refused to start. Pete had to
disconnect the batteries. When he does
this, he has to wait for two hours before he can re-connect, otherwise the
whole sorry cycle starts over.
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| A beautiful succulent in Lynne's garden to introduce a note of cheer in this sorry tale |
I abandoned him
and caught a taxi back to West Hobart.
At 5.50 a handy bus will come along the street and I will get to Mures Upper
Deck in good time. Poor Pete – who knows
when we will see him??
This is NOT a good
advertisement for WRX-es…
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