The Wild Weekend

One of the really big problems in getting away for a wild weekend, (or any other outing for that matter) is to actually have everything one needs with them when once out the door. This was no exception, as I went back inside for the third time to get something or other, I "inadvertently" left my handbag on the office desk(a male hand bag rest assured), my wallet was in the handbag, which was bad enough, but far worse, so was my digital camera, and did I ever miss out on some photo moments.
Our first port of call was Little Lonsdale Street from where we joined the Simon Holt family and walked down Swanston St to a Vietnamese Restaurant called the Pho Bo Ga Mekong. We all had a Pho, (except Alese) Simon has a food blog on the place dated Feb 10. From there we dropped in on Mark and Val at New Market. We met Megan there and proceeded to Carlton where we slept in Ben's bed, happily Ben was in the Borossa Valley SA.
Saturday morning, after a leisurely breakfast, we set off for Grovedale Geelong, about an 80 minute drive from Carlton, where we crashed at Greg and Sally's place.
Older readers will be relieved to hear that we did not have a car accident, but that we just descended upon Greg and Sally's abode and settled in.
Saturday evening we found our way down to the place where Jarred works,a high class hamburger joint with poor signage. The hamburgers weren't cheap (about $9.80 each) but they did have first class ingredients and were a meal in themselves, and of course Jarred cooked them!
While I'm talking about my Grandson Jarred, I have to tell you that he appears to be what we used to call a bit of a "Dark Horse". At this point I have inserted his photograph.


Well, I went to the church that they (Greg, Sally and Jarred) attend. Sally had given me "good oil" before I went. "Sit with Greg at the sound desk and you may avoid the mandatory hug from you neighbour and also holding the hand of the person next to you at other intervals. I took her advice with great alacrity. This also placed me in the position which enabled me to have a good view of Jarred from the rear. There he was. He had placed himself next to the best looking girl in the church, and when the time came to release the other persons hand,(read for other person, "good looking girl") he would not do it!
Like I say, "He's a bit of a dark horse" this boy.
After a lunch of "Sally special" soup, we took or leave and made our way to the Ashburton Baptist Church where our number one son, Mark, was to be inducted into his new position with the Baptist Union of Victoria


This was a friendly low key affair with about 50 people attending. The ladies of the church provided a lovely afternoon tea.
After this we returned to our lovely little house at Rowville and watched a few TV programs that we had taped. It was sort of cool so I lit a little fire which soon made our room and our evening wonderful.
While some of you are still smurking about my handbag, I will include one more photo of a Holt male carrying flowers.

You can stop smurking now.

You know that you are getting old when this is the account you give of a wild weekend!