I have been a neglectful person but I have not felt like
writing at all.
New Years Day was unspeakably hot. The Visitor and I went to the Pissaro
exhibition at the NSW Gallery of Art. It
was cool and quiet inside and I liked the exhibition, especially the
landscapes. The car temperature gauge
showed 45C when we got in. It was too
hot to sit on the seats so we had to find some green Coles shopping bags to sit
on. It was the hottest place I had ever
been, even despite my trip to the Sahara. Fortunately it rained that night and brought
the temperature down. The Visitor went
to visit her relatives and I spent a few days doing not much and going to the
beach.
On Saturday night, the Visitor and I went to Icebergs at
Bondi. I reveled in my newly acquired Bondi Beach
car park pass. I live in the last street
on the edge of Waverly Council, entitling me to residents parking at a princely
$30 a year. Considering it costs $20 for
4 hours in this car park I think I have found a bargain. We parked by the beach and I suggested we
could eat our fish and chips in the car gazing at the sea English-style, but we
decided instead to have the Sydney glam experience in the restaurant. I ate crab salad with some chilli and polenta
to start and then veal escalope with salsa verde and rocket. It was delicious though the Visitor tried to
make me feel guilty about baby calves and all that but I soon quashed that talk
by maintaining that Australian veal is a very different affair. She ate a salad of figs and goats cheese and
the biggest pork chop I have seen in my life. It must have come from one of the pigs at Blandings. She feigned ladylike astonishment but did
seem to get through it. We shared French
fries and a salad of peas, mint and finely grated fetta which was also
delish. I thought the desserts were a
bit ordinary – we both had burnt caramel icecream with that odd Persian candyfloss
which reminds me of pubic hair for some awful reason. I can’t believe I wrote that. My least favourite client was in the
restaurant and I endured a New Year kiss. What is this with kissing people you don’t even like much? Guilty, as charged.
Now I am back at work and it is oddly restful. It may be that my new office space has a
hundred times better ambience than the old one. They both had harbour views but this one has a panoramic view across Darling Harbour through windows that are clean
rather than encrusted with pigeon poop. And plenty of lifts that work. And
a coffee stand and flower shop. And parking
right in the basement. Plus, the hot desking phenomena means that I get to sit next
to different people and talk to new people most days.
On the work front, no announcements about new boss, no-one
beating a path to my door to offer it to me either. I have a few options so I am not too
concerned and feel reasonably positive about the professional year ahead.
My children are with their father. I miss them a lot, especially the warm cheek
and cuddles of my youngest.
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