busy in Bunna and beyond

The busier you are the fewer the photos.  It doesn't seem appropriate to take photos at the Coffin Club even though the aim is to demystify death and dying.  The information provided was very good and the afternoon tea fare ridiculously unhealthy.

We don't get to see Georgia often these days as she works fulltime, and then some.  She did drop in to share the cider that I was given as a thank you from Russell and Laura's wedding.  I supplied baskets and gumleaves.  As I write, George has just started a 6 hour shift in Orford somehow involved in the election.

Last Sunday was the Village Market.  Jill PD and I graced it briefly to get some beetroots.  Steve volunteered to buy the veggies but I knew he would never think to buy beetroot.  As it happened, I arrived just as Steve was carrying out his assignment, and Georgia was also there.  This was a special moment.  I have never lived in a place where I am likely to run into family.  Another reason why St Davids is so special to me.

Steve's beard and the most amazing brussel sprouts

The next day was Breakfast Program at the school, then lunch in town with Madam Cyn. We went to a Punjabi restaurant in Moonah.  Moonah is becoming a multicultural food mecca and I have long wanted to explore it.  $13 at lunchtime for 2 curries, rice, unlimited roti and a gulab jamun to finish off.  And not a drop of alcohol.  Cynthia gave Jill a bag of food that kept the 3 of us going for days.

 a quarter of the paella intended for Jill PD

There was also roast belly pork with crackling and string hoppers with coconut sambal.

Tuesday was zumba and then lunch with Anne of the Stone Cottage. We had steak pie with mashed potatoes, carrots and those brussel sprouts from the market - cooked to perfection.  Delicious apple crumble with no oats, and cream for dessert.  And a bottle of red.  Wednesday was a biggie with a meeting of the school lunch mob and the Canteen Association.  The  young women from the Canteen Association were most impressive.  We dear oldies were given online Food Safety training to do.  In the afternoon the FoTRs gathered to pick up rubbish around town and then meet at The Spring Bay Hotel for a self-congratulatory feast.

I had kept Thursday free with a number of possible options to suit my mood.  It was a cold windy day and I decided to just stay home

Jill gazes wistfully out the window

and do nothing (although I did some lawn mowing) until the big event, ie a William Barton concert with the TSO  at The Odeon in Hobart.  I did my usual trick of leaving the car at Rosny Park and catching the bus into Hobart.  It's so quick and easy.  I got there in plenty of time and soaked up the atmosphere as the concert hall filled and the orchestra assembled.  William Barton was amazing and I felt proud to be Australian.

The drive home was slow.  Fortunately the moon was bright, which I think means fewer animals out and about, and I made the journey without mishap.

Friday was yoga, tai chi and Suicide Awareness Network in the afternoon.  Then I completed my iviewing of Keeping Faith in preparation for Series 3 which started last night.  Today was given to reading, voting, mowing the lawn and completing my Food Safety training.  I've even got my online certificate but for some reason it won't download for me to show you.  The training is designed by an English company and is charmingly preoccupied with rice pudding, crisps and pickled onions.