Tired tired tired.

Friday we zoomed to the Big Smoke for a noight of Cricket- 20-20 style with my boys and my bro and his boy. I had finished work a little early so got the gang into the car earlier than I thought, and let El Chaffeaur drive us.

Dropped the boys at a train station  so they could meet my brother at the G a bit earlier, then dropped the girls off at the aunts, and then I caught another train into the city.

(pant pant)

Got into the game as the first over done. Bugger.

Enjoyed a brew with El Chaffeaur, and then watched the rest of an enjoyable game.

The Australians finally beat the English. Harruh.

El Chaffeaur went off afterwards, deeper into the Big Smoke, to meet and drink with newly made friends, and #2 and I caught the train back to my bros place.

The girls had been good, but up late, aunt not too happy bout that, as theirs are usually in bed much earlier than mine… So we watched Mork and Mindy, the first time for the boys and 30 years for me… And then Happy Days. Wow. #2 had never seen that show either.

Left the next day about lunchtime after I had visited sailboard shops and slavered over the new gear. Sad. Wallet stayed shut.

Got home and then had to organise party/taxi  times for everyone…two anyway.

A sixteenth for #2, and a going away party for #1’s friend- Tom. Orf to the Armee. Dropped #2 off with warnings- No Drinking, No Silly Stuff on the Trampolines. Home and #1 had disappeared to his friends place.

The girls and I had a quiet nite, with fish n chips. The girls fetched it- they are growing up!

Sunday— late start. Dropped girls off at pops place, and #1 turned up- in time. Left the building. Picked up friend of #1. Split to Melbourne for another version of the cricket sport- a One Dayer, my turn to drive. Lunch on the way, parked the car at a rail station so to beat the car parking exit nightmare at the G. Ate some lunch, go to buy rail tickets- BUSSES?!?!? So moved car on to next available rail station, and proceeded to the G again.

Left the friend to- unfortunately- fend for himself in Bay 13, while we sat in the shade in the lower part of the members…

So there was another enjoyable game- the Ozzies beat the Poms again in a nail biting finish.

Usually there a lots of seagulls at the G. I suppose they are there to scavenge the food left behind by the thousands of the unwashed. There were none to be seen the other week at the Test match or at the 20/20 match. Until Sunday night:

First there were none.

Then a few flew around, and spied from the edge of the roof looking down at us…

Then there was 2, no- 3, no- 14! Scooting around the green grass looking like cricket balls with wings.

Swinging around, landing, scooting about for scraps, fighting, and then all taking off quickly, one by one, in a seemingly co-ordinated aerial ballet over the players in the middle of the pitch.

As my camera is a snappy type, there is no evidence of the aforementioned antics.


And so to home- and #2 had managed to scrunch his neck on a failed somersault at the party- okay tho- Lucky for him or I would have broken his neck if he got hurt badly… re-word that- got cross…. The girls were good and managed to finagle Poppy into a 3D film session at the cinema…

But there you go, that was our weekend- 800 km or 500 miles, about hundred bucks fuel , $50 for food n beer n drinks, one ticket 55. Membership is $*** for me and $***  for #2. And 10 hours travel. All for 11 hours entertainment… A film ticket is about fifteen, so— for three- hmmm, nearly the same apart from the travel. Sorta. Well, three games, means that getting close to a cinema outing for me anyway.

For a weegen. Poorer. (Good way). Tired.


About tone

Widowed exRigPigGeo 50yr old dad of 4 'teens', is doin' job raisin' kids, misses a lot of things. Family (close and extended) and Friends - an important part in our of life. Likes gadgets, speedsailing, reading (SF), geology/archeology, maps. Coffee monster- burnt out one espresso maker too many. Have to have plenty spare "moccona" in cupboard. Things I miss- Tarn. The rig life and income. A lot of sailing. Tarn.
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