I mourn the passing of Melon & Lemon jam. Apparently the right kind of melons just aren’t grown anymore.

Um, handbag? Mine is a sort of Well of Lost Items, which I only discover when I have to change bags for some reason.

The memo only said - Spring in Melbourne, it be that. So you didn’t miss much.

Check the dog’s bed. Can’t remember if you have a cat or not, but if you do, then check that bed too.

Yum. Just what was needed. Thank you.

One place I lived in many years ago had an orb spider living in or around the washing line. The golf ball size sort. There was a real risk of copping a spider bite in the face if hanging out laundry early in the day. And she could bite pretty hard. Only happened to me once but ow it hurt!

Basic porridge with cream and honey, and a hot coffee please.

Perhaps ‘ruined’ would be more accurate … but he is hardly alone in that here in the petiverse of the DT.

Thank you! That really hits the spot.

I really don’t like your chances of not coming back with, at a minimum, 3 more items that you didn’t know you needed when you walked in the door …

This morning I feel like eating a tabbouleh omelette on toast, with smoked salmon on the side and a vast quantity of the delicious hot tea that you make so well.

Thank you. Although compared to mud cake and cream, soul saving starts to diminish in importance in the overall scheme of things.

Umm, confession time. I bought some cream to go with it … I do like the dollop cream - so unctuous.

Not ME doing the praying. I’m hoping some better endowed person (soul wise) will be motivated by a charitable impulse and do some praying for me.

Piedmonte’s has $5 choccy mud cakes. Pray for me (and my waistline).

We did a hellacious amount of weather stuff, and how water cycles and land forms etc. worked. Granted the school’s demographics were kids largely from rural farming and pastoral backgrounds, and all this was considered life-essential information. I think now that these classes were probably what got me hooked on figuring out as best I could how and why the universe works. Which led to an engineering degree, though not to any career evenly remotely resembling engineering.

Yes. There was quite a lot of talk about it during the drought of the early 80s, which culminated in the '83 bushfires. And a lot of news coverage. Source: was there at the time. Also mentioned as part of geography lessons during the 70s when discussing the climate of Australia. Climate change, however, was never mentioned. We were all too worried about nuclear war and ‘the bomb’.

The only real way to get to know a city or even a neighbourhood is to strap on one’s walking shoes and walk it. It’s the best. I do not truly understand why people are glued to their phones and headphones, when they pass through a changing landscape that is worthy of close observation. The changing seasons, the changing people, you really do have to pay close attention to keep up with what’s happening in this city. Plus all the possibilities for casual conversation with gardeners and dog walkers and the like. When one has the time and opportunity, walking the streets can offer great rewards. A lovely soft velvety evening like tonight is perfect.

But the price of eggs is going up up up. Maybe they’re harvesting surreptitious eggs from the egg farmers, rather than chickens. Which make a lot of noise so harder to be stealthy about it.

Thanks heaps. This is an interesting development.