The Real Missions

I had visited Mum 3 days in a row so decided to take Saturday off.  I drove to old haunts, also known as Klemzig.  I find it surprising how much I miss spending time in Klemzig.  It is a rapidly changing suburb.  To my relief the Sri Lankan shop is still there and still making delicious 'short eats'.

Our former home in Cullford Avenue still stands, though the garden on which the new owner lavished so much time and money, is now unkempt.

The house next door is gone, so I'll watch that space.

Further down the road Housing Trust houses have been demolished and replaced by blue framing.  More to watch for next time.

I took my Sri Lankan snacks to Lochiel Park.  I am skeptical of the claims of sustainability made for this development, but it is certainly a gracious way to live in a city.

Later Heths and I boldly caught the tram into the city again.  Having defeated the Black Queen, we thought we'd have a go at The Guardsman this time.  The Guardsman is a restaurant in the Adelaide Railway Station.  It is a favourite of ours, but we never seem able to catch it open these days.

Not only did we catch the bar open, we were there for Happy Hour, as were the jubilant Crows fans after their victory.  We stayed masked and isolated.  Only bar snacks were on offer but we partook amid the deafening hubbub - though the victors look quite sedate in the photo.

Sunday was the day of the real mission, and reason for taking the car to Adelaide.  The collection of the Glory Box from Mum's house, now home to Tamasin and Nima.  To my great relief it fitted in the back of the car.

Bobbin basked on the Glory

while Heths, Tamasin and I sipped faloodeh in Blair Athol

The other mission, of course, was to visit Mum.  But the queen's wrath was upon me.  I felt a cold developing, which must, of course, be reported to the nursing home.  I bought a small pot of violas and heartsease in Christies Beach and fronted the home.  Not surprisingly, I wasn't allowed in but was allowed to leave the plants.  An alarming cough and cold developed and I was unable to make further visits to Mum.  Covid tests, a range of coughing styles, a range of symptom suppressing medications followed but to no avail.

As I said to Bobbin, the best laid schemes o'mice an' men gang aft a-gley.  I often speak with a Scottish accent when unwell.