You know how when you have all the time in the world and no place to be, you wake up super early and can’t go back to sleep? Then you also know that even if you woken up at 7am for two weeks, no alarm, you know that the day you are planned to get in that 9:59 bus you will be super tired and getting out of bed will be almost impossible. It was a rushed breakfast this morning, half a cup of tea and a roll of bread.
So why the rush? Well, I was meeting my hostess and Mr Three-year-old on that bus, they had an working bee to attend in the morning, and then we were to pay a visit to puffing Billy.
I was on the bus, and so were they, so of we went to Belgrave where you find the start of this really old railway where the old puffing locomotive is called Billy.
This is a beautiful one-hour trip to Lakeside, where you find a pretty little park with a lake, places to barbecue and of course; fried food!
And what beats a nice dessert?
With my love of mugs I just couldn’t help but procuring a little souvenir.
However beautiful and relaxing that trip was, there was one thing that was never far from my mind; my dad’s birthday.
On our way back home I stopped by a little liqour shop for some Victoria bitter, and in the last sun rays of the day, me and daddy had a little birthday drink.
Then, while Mr Three-year-old was going to bed, real late, after a long day. I cooked breakfast for the grown-ups, a yum, yum lamb, wombok stir-fry, yum, yum!
As the dark ascended I brought out the candle that my lovely hostess made for me specifically for this day.
Good night dad, sleep thight!