[m i a o w] the cat

I caught the train from Cranbourne into the city yesterday afternoon and then out to Collingwood to go to Mungs for dinner. Not just any dinner. Jen and Small C were down from their NSW north coast idyll to say hello to Melbourne. I hadn’t seen them since we parted after holidaying together at Diggers Camp. Lovely to see them! We had a fabulous dinner of proper potato chips, salad and a mushroom and leek tart. Rach and I finished off with a portello spider (which Jen attempted, but could not continue with). This morning I comandeered Mung & Rach’s long wheel base HiAce van - known as Wilma - and drove Jen and Small C to Camberwell Market. Although she didn’t go as rabid as I had hoped, Jen did OK, and I got a pair of $2 leather thongs, while Small C ate more in two hours than I’ve seen her ever eat - a jam donut, a cinnamon donut, and a hot dog!

After a cafe lunch we headed back to Collingwood, where our hosts were about to leave to attend their second kids birthday party that day - and it was only 1pm! I got back on the train to Cranbourne, where I was met by M, and by 4pm was sitting on the couch of Des the Humber Whisperer, drinking tea and watching the end of the Bathurst 1000. Freaky. Although the Humber needs new back brakes and a reconditioned carby, Des made it purr like a feral kitten. We duelled over his fee, and I left a secret extra $20 under the doily on the coffee table. That’s what you get for having doilies.