Perhaps I have been complaining a little too much lately; for my request for someone to buy me some paracetemol resulted in this:
That’s 60×20 boxes.
Attempts to kill me with kindness?
Dinner back on the beach, at sunset.
An arrogant little wine chilling for tomorrow. The succulent prop was found lying on the path outside the beach restaurant, so it came home to be divided into two patio pots for Daughter2. Never let a free plant go by.
Baby update: Peppercorn is progressing well, putting on weight every day. Her Mum has blood pressure issues and so they are still in hospital. Might be home tomorrow..or the next day.
Not sure if Mr FD is brewing a new cocktail for Christmas, or just gave up the hunt for a storage container. Drink, anyone ?
Fast photos snapped from the car – and no, I was not driving the car!
It’s another beautiful Perth park.
Lunch at the Beach – Salt on the Beach, Fremantle, Western Australia, to be exact!
I wanted to stare at the view, but to do so, I had to look across the table closest to the door and they might have thought I was stalking them, so I garnered a view when I hoped they were not noticing. Love the ombré sea.
I had the prawn and watermelon salad with cashews, but there was just too much something, including coriander, for my taste buds. The four prawns were lovely. I wished that I had stayed with my original selection which was the fish and chips. Fish and chips when by the sea, naturally.
Mr FD chose the salt and pepper squid, which he really enjoyed.
Lunch digesting, we garnered a closer view of the Indian Ocean.
Mr FD’s excitement at the sheer thought of a “dirty granny” meant that he had to be reminded that we were in public. Matured.