Friday arvo respite with Magpies by the river. Friday arvo respite with Magpies by the river.
Wednesday night, brooding with jars and vessel’s and other things on the kitchen bench Whilst the chook cooks and the cakes cool, Leo, Raf’s cat, disrupts the radio – transmission. Cooped up and disrupted, me and you ruffled, Raffled and shitty.
The dirt at the MCG has barely settled after that wonderful day at the ‘G’ barely two weeks ago and here I am treading the luscious green turf of the Caulfield racecourse. Gone are the earthy jeans, puffer jacket, tiger scarf and runners.
It’s Friday night, Derby Day eve. I’m no punter, yet I love a racecourse. It is a mystery to me, I know.
I took Riewoldt and his cousins, Wells and Watson, to the Fed Square AFL live site on Tuesday.
Saturday morning sport. A warm Melbourne morning at a school in Wheelers Hill. Teenaged kids every where playing almost every sport man known to mankind. I was there to watch volleyball but it was too hot and stuffy inside the gym so I sat outside instead.
Today I made a trip to Collingwood that was not needed. I didn’t realise this until I got there. A shame, because I dislike wasting days with gorgeous blue sky weather, in the car. So I had lunch in Smith Street and did a sketch of the shoptop across the road. Then I went to […]