Easter Sunday, and Monday

Sunday Morning Peta Sue and I attended the service at the Berwick Vineyard where one of the Elders, Noel Martin, gave a great account of the people Jesus met on the resurrection day, there was Mary Magdalene, the two on the Emmaus Road and the disciples. It was a great account.
We left there thinking to drive to Warragul to see number 4 son, Paul , but a phone call informed us that they were somewhere in Melbourne. So, what to do, we called Mark (Number one son)at New Market, they too were "not home". We rang number three son Greg,, Geelong, again, no answer. Where were they all? Then we rang number 5 son, Simon, in Little Lonsdale St, Melbourne. Simon answered and said "Where are you? We are all here! Ah Ha!
We made our way in and I placed $3.50 in a parking meter only to be informed by Paul that they did not need money on the Sunday. I was rueing the loss of my money when Greg appeared and found a ticket on his windscreen for $50. The hour limit still applied, and yes, the parking attendants were on the job. There were hardly any cars about, but, Ned Kelly is still alive and well in Melbourne! (Ned was an infamous bush ranger (outlaw)!
We went from there to New Market where Val, (as per usual) fed us very well, before our departure to sleep in Ben's bed at Carlton once again.
Monday morning we found Simon and Brenda kicking the football with their two kids in the Flagstaff Gardens, a lovely spot, just a short walk from their dwelling place.
After a sandwich for lunch at Simon's we took a tram to St Kilda and walked down Acland Street for coffee before a short doze on the beach. Walking back to MacDonald's for a senior's coffee we passed Luna Park,so I took a photo as ALB, Peta Sues Grandfather used to manage the place in the early part of the 20th century.



We caught the tram again, this time along St Kilda Road so we could get off near the Shrine of remembrance and walk to Mark and Val's new abode, just about 3 minutes walk from there



One of the balconies belong to them! (See Mark's Page)



The evening at 7.30, we made our way to the Blue Chilli in Brunswick St Fitzroy where Ben, our number 6 son, was celebrating his 33rd birthday with a few friends. It was a privilege to be present, although it took me a while to "get over" the food.
They all tell me my tastes are old fashioned!



We were both glad to get home and into our own bed.
I was up at 3am Tuesday for a cleaning job. Back to earth!