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SUNDAY / 14

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A Sunday away. Well, away-ish. I had a family lunch down the coast and decided to go a little early and get in a swim at Austinmer - I'd heard the baths there were lovely and damn but they were. The water is still good - fresh, but nothing too cold or bracing. My cousin Flynn drove down with me - the sun was out, showing off for autumn, and we listened to Lemonade.

YEAR FOUR / YEAR THREE / YEAR TWO / YEAR ONE

SUNDAY / 46

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This one was actually a Monday. Sunday was Christmas Day, and I was too busy opening presents, eating ham and drinking wine by the pool to photograph or think of anything to write. It was another lovely and quiet one at ours, I managed a nap in the afternoon and we all swam before dinner since it was a hot one in Adelaide.

By the Monday the heat had dropped a little, and Victoria and I made the rounds of a few favourite pubs in true Boxing Day style (the Wheatsheaf and the Exeter), before fish and chips at the beach, right before the storm hit. Perfection, really.  

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 / 14

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A fun Sunday, this one. I had my young cuz Joe stay over on Saturday night. Instead of buying he and his sister a birthday present each year, they come for a sleepover and get to choose what we cook for dinner and where we go for brekky. They feel grown-up and I get to spend time with them. Time is always better than presents. Joe wanted to make apple crumble, so we did. And then ate the whole damn lot.

On Sunday we went down to Three Blue Ducks for breakfast, and kicked the soccer ball for an hour in the park at the cliffs, overlooking Bronte and Clovelly. It's autumn but it felt like summer. We stopped at the carwash because it was nearby and I had lots to do, but it turns out using a high pressure hose and a giant foaming mop is the height of fun if you're eight. On the way home we sang along to Jake Bugg with the windows down. He's the sweetest boy, our Joe. 

I managed to read my book for an hour in between a few loads of washing, some editing work, and an evening yoga class. Afternoons on the front step are the best. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO. 

YEAR ONE.

SUNDAY / 13

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Flowers in a bucket, all class I am. I bought them yesterday, to take to my aunties and grandmother at morning tea today (Mother's Day). They mother me quite a bit, even though I'm 35 and a grown woman. We had a big mess of eggs and toast and corn fritters and pots of tea, then a round of kitchen dancing while we all did the dishes. The usual wonderful. 

This afternoon I found a bit of time to finish my book on the front step, autumn afternoon light and a dark ale. I have quite a bit of work to do this evening, but a pot of soup on and some Sam Cooke vinyl should get me through.

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.  

SUNDAY / 39

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Today's SUNDAY is from Saturday, because what a Saturday. My brother Paddy and his girl Melody got married and it was as beautiful and special as you could hope for. Melody's a classic gal and the whole day was stunning - each detail beautifully thought through and so perfectly THEM. You know how sometimes you go to a wedding, and it feels like any wedding, generic and same / same? This wasn't that. It was them in every moment, from the Hills garden, to the Feist song that had me in tears from the moment the flower girls and bridesmaids started walking down the path, to the spectacular flowers, my reading, Paddy's hand tailored suit, Melody's spectacular flowers and glowing smile, the bottles of Croser and Pol Roger to celebrate with, the old friends and my nieces, stealing everyone's hearts as the sweetest flower girls ever there were.  

There was amazing local food, Shaw and Smith everything, dancing, homemade cakes and general merriment. And through it all, I have NEVER seem my little brother so happy. It was the best. 

YEAR TWO. 

YEAR ONE.