Too hot to go anywhere so I spent last weekend spending my hard-earned. Actually Friday I spent money on me. Or to be accurate, 4 new tyres for the car. Nice to be going round bends, rather than across them.
I am going round my friends and family (well the husbands) with a pair of bricks next year – not only Christmas, but children born in December too! You know who you are. At least I suppose I can put everything in a limited number of parcels.
The decs have been up in Burnside (over the road from home) for a few weeks now – v unimaginatively green and red. Holly and ivy just aren’t right. Not with the Jacaranda trees making the world purple where it should be green, and hibiscus all shades of orange. In the middle of Rundle Mall is a 15-20’ Santa, and Body Shop are selling their seasonal Cranberry and Spicy Plum flavours (both are pretty special actually, just well - wintery).
It is just wrong, sandals and summer clothes, with the shops playing songs about “dashing through the snow” and pictures of jolly elves in snow shoes. I was talking to one of the shop assistants (lots of shopping done in Myer – John Lewis equivalent – as there were a lot of money-off offers) who was ranting about the inappropriateness of it all. So if Aussies agree, you wonder who is making the decisions. And all at the same time as I’m looking for a summer dress for the Christmas Dinner.
Anyway, five hours later, wondering round town in the heat and my shopping is nearly done. At least the Sally-Ann weren’t polluting the air like they were in Brisbane (I hate brass band music). And now my lounge floor is covered with wrapped presents waiting for me to find the time to get to the Post Office to send them half-way around the world.
Enough.
On Sunday I thought I’d have a wander down to the craft market at the Festival Hall. Like I said, it’s strange how you spend lots of time in one place then don’t go again because you keep going to another.
So I seem to be going to the Festival Hall a lot. First for the Opera. Figaro. A very bizarre set (slightly Gaudi-esque, apparently - although I’ve not been to Barcelona). The singer playing Figaro was excellent (used to be a brickie), and even made the famous Figaro song make sense. As well as some very amusing silent players in the background who, in a very silent movie way, gave life to the production. People do dress up here to go to the opera (although that may have been because it was Saturday night). Then the craft market – which is very small but has a couple of very good stalls, including one with really unusual jewellery. Bought one piece; will probably be going back there.
After that I walked along the embankment, which takes about 3 minutes, before rushing home to dump the car and walk to Norwood where I met up with Ina. She’s a Danish anaesthetist who has decided she wants to be involved in starting EM as a specialty in Denmark. So that was a very pleasant couple of hours with a bottle of wine (Grant Burge Sauv Blanc), before staggering walking home to go to bed to get up at silly o’clock for work on Friday.
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