Anyway, about my trip. My mother and I drove to Ocean Grove in Victoria and spent two nights there with my great aunt and her husband. We played Scrabble, and despite my early and fantastic 63-point, 3-letter word, play my uncle still beat me (dammit).

On the Wednesday we went to lunch with my aunt C and her middle son in Geelong before we went onto Melbourne. We stayed at this deceptively small-looking house (it's actually enormous) in the very posh and expensive suburb of Toorak (with mum's older and very rich friend L). From there we went to dinner with one of mum's old friends, J, from University, catching up with her and her daughter, S.

On Thursday I visited with S (a different S) at her college and we went to Lygon St for gelati (although the shop was closed so we settled for a shared bowl of wedges). Then mum and I went to lunch at another of her friends she met when she was my age, K. K's sweet - she talks very softly and in a refined manner. Then we went for a walk in South Yarra and visited a shop (Home and Abroad, I think it was). Mum bought me a $55 necklace of blue Venetian glass. Utterly unexpected, as I had seen the price tag when we were being silly and trying things on, but very pleasant and amusing. Then we went home and went to a musical.

The musical had a very off-putting title (Urine Town) but was actually very funny and engaging. It was about a town that had been in a drought for 20 years and big companies had a monopoly of public bathrooms (private ones being banned) and charged people excessive amounts to use them. Anyway, it was interesting. Lisa McClune of Blue Heelers fame was in it, and she was very good, and cheeky too (at the end after the applause, bows and encore as everyone danced off she flicked up her skirt and flashed her bottom (stockings and knickers) at the audience, rofl.

Friday morning we slept in and then had lunch with my mum and an old friend, the architect of our house, R.

Then on Friday night we drove to Clunes and visited my cousins. The next day we had the family get-together, and at the end the wind picked up. Being a good helpful person I was carrying things back from the hall to the house to be washed. After my last trip I headed back to the hall and was just going in behind my aunt C and my uncle R when the door slammed on my ankle. Caught between door and step I fell forwards onto my hands and kneels. It didn't hurt too badly it was just the sudden shock and exhaustion of doing things non-stop all week, so I burst into tears even as I said "I'm ok" in response to queries after my state.

On Sunday we drove home. Between Clunes and Adelaide I started and finished The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. Unless you find material that doesn't put the Church in the best possible light confronting or offensive, I fully reccommend it. And even then what is said re the Church isn't so bad, so if you're a reader, try it anyway. It's about a murder. Well, not really, it's a mystery about the reason why someone was murdered, and to do with the divine number PHI and the Holy Grail, and CODES!* etc. Very entertaining. I would love to read the books and sites the author used as reseach material.

Today I've tidied my room and gotten my things together for classes tomorrow. I also spent a good hour cuddling with my cat and then inspecting him since I hadn't seen him all week. It turns out he's completely missing a claw from his front left paw. I can only say ouch and imagine how it happened (ick). And I had a bath and did some other things.

Well, that's about it.

So to sum up:

1. You should all read The Da Vinci Code.

2. My brother broke up with his Russian political princess girlfriend, A.

3. My cat is some how missing a claw! Ouch.

4. Plans for the big idea have changed.




*I am so fanatical about word and number puzzles ... maybe I should consider studying scryptology or something.

Well, I'm glad my opinion is backed - makes me feel better knowing someone else thinks I've said the right thing.

To a friend ...

No sorry! Your journal, your opinion. Don't like it? Lump it.

The like it/lump it bit is to other readers, not the journal owner. But I think it can also apply to her ;)

The response from a second friend:

*points* what she said. *nods*