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Dunc has moved back to Sydney and taken a place in North Bondi. Being so close to the beach cuts out the admin - no bags, no hats, no dramas. Just a barefoot dash across the road, towel over your shoulder and then straight into the waves. We had a good breakky at Porch and Parlour afterwards and he listened patiently while I told him all the reasons I did not like Speed the Plow (even though the performances were good). He agreed, of course, and we had two rounds of coffee while the sky darkened. All that before 9 AM makes for a good start.   

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.    

SUNDAY / 40

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Up and down, good and hard. My Sunday was all the things, as some days are. Woke up feeling raw so distracted myself with an early morning beach run. The Ladies Baths always put me in good spirits, and Tola and I did the quiz, had a swim, drank homemade iced lattes, ate pink grapefruit and I felt happy and smug. But sometimes your feelings crush in on you and it's normal to spend the afternoon on the couch, crying on and off for a few hours, trying in vain to distract yourself with work, and then a walk, and then when it gets to 6 some white wine and some important cultural moments which just make you cry more, because 'love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah'. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.  

SUNDAY / 39

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Morning walks in Centennial  with MC and Jeannie and a long family lunch (complete with car-singing and laughs), and in between, a quick iced latte from the new(ish) place on Australia St. Iced latte days are upon us, and I couldn't be happier. 

I also got in another long afternoon reading on the front porch. Might have to implement this as mandatory, a new routine, non-negotiable. It's really a very nice way to end the week. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.

SUNDAY / 38

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My first Sunday home and my first cup of tea in a month. Pot of tea actually, had from the cup Dunc bought me which is my new very favourite. Settling back in for me meant yesterday's paper, a wander at Addison Rd markets, a pub lunch with Lucy, and the afternoon reading on the front step. It was all just right. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 37

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A chair! A CHAIR! I know, keeping it real over here. But the chair in question is my favourite colour and situated at Gjusta Bakery, in Venice Beach. That's quite a chair. A chair I sat on while waiting for the breakfast of my dreams, two days running because when it's that good (and that close to the airport the days your friends land), why wouldn't you? So much good smoked fish and salad and pickled fresh things and beautiful, casual feelings in the morning sun. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.

SUNDAY / 36

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Gosh but it's hard to keep up with posts from the road. As you can see, this here Sunday was spent in Oaxaca, drinking beer with lunch and having an afternoon nap (which is fair, we had an overnight bus ride to Puerto Escondido ahead of us). Victoria and I were laying on the bed in our AIR BNB reading at about 4 PM when we heard music loudly, and occasional firecrackers. We went out on the balcony to see the most amazing parade of locals, a mariachi band (with a horn section), and 50 odd women wearing traditional skirts dancing down the street. We about died it was so beautiful. I think it was a  religious parade, as we heard others going on into the night as we headed off for the bus. Seems like a dream now... 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.