Started August by getting totally sick. The first weekend was spent pretty much entirely in bed, which is fine by me, as it was excellent to catch up on some rest. Still was coughing it up Monday, so took a day off work also.
On the 6th and 7th, me and Marie flew to Perth, along with Fil, Ceal, Will, Tess, John, Peter and fam, for Peter Newsome's funeral. On the first night we all went out to dinner. Many family members had flown in from England.
The funeral was on Friday. The eulogies were very touching, even including a mention of Peter ironing the kids underpants. That brings back some memories, of Peter ironing in the TV room. I stayed at Maryanne and Peter's quite a few times with work, staying for a week each time. My memories are of going up to the local park with Peter to walk the dog. As they said in the speech, he was very outgoing, always making friends everywhere, and improving people's moods. He always sat in poll position at the massive bench in the kitchen, catching up on things on the tablet, or doing some weird home repairs. You will be missed!
We were back in Sydney Saturday. I spent half a day with Yves and Elliot after popping out for a coffee. Elliot is really growing quickly. They had plans to demo half the house, but after getting bills for 2 million, the plans are to more lightly renovate. We both are shaking our heads at the right wing nuts running the world.
Me and Marie popped over to Trish at Tims for Trish's birthday. Happy birthday Trish.
Happy birthday to my beautiful boy!! We went to Noi Friday night fir a menu prix fixed. It was ok. I was expecting more.
Me and Oli went for a 1 hr 20 drive to Parra Saturday thanks to how slow Parramatta Road goes past Homebush. I can get there in 20 if I leave early in the morning. We checked some records at the vintage markets, had a Falooda on Church St, v nice. Tonight it's dinner w McCabe's at the steak house. A lump of meat is not my cup of tea, so I ended up with a lump of beetroot instead. The caper toast and ceviche were very good.
