Building on my recent fitness flurry, I started Friday evening off with another run around the Albert Park circuit. Technically it’s 4.6km, but when discussing with others, for simplicity sake, I just round it up to an even 10km.
Rounding the final bend I was greeted by the outstretched arms of a little angel in the form of a tutu clad Bodhi complete with strap on cardboard wings, and The Lovely Samantha with a picnic hamper. And, while the magical lakeside sunset did its best to keep up, it just couldn’t hold a flame to Sam’s heavenly creations. Shoot me next time I complain…about anything.
On Saturday we ventured across town to the other end of Punt Rd for a cracking steak with hand cut chips at The Terminus in Clifton Hill. With the Mercury tripping the light fantastic around the high thirties, nothing more strenuous was attempted.
Bodhi and I joined half of Melbourne for a swim at the aquatic center on Sunday. The mercury ventured even higher so the afternoon was spent indoors in front of DVDs. Jack and the Beanstalk was a little too scary but Horton Hears a Who hit the sweet spot – twice. I tell ya, that Dr Seuss was a pioneer of the moral compass: “A person’s a person no matter how small”.
See ya,
Minas.
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