Sheridan had eaten here before and said we would go there before catching the flight home. The restaurant's name was just that.
I wondered if they would be open on a Sunday night, yep they were.
We both went for three mixed, I had crispy chicken, tertiary chicken and pulled pork. There was some salad then the meat of top. Very filling without that stuffed feeling.
Good choice, even my dietitian approved as I saw him the next day and he asked what my meals were like.
Fancy having a surburb called The Patch but it was and about 20 minutes away from Emerald.
It was late when we arrived, 11pm and the owner met us with a lamp out the front. They had also supplied some sandwiches as they thought we may be hungry.
The place was cute and reminded me of my grandparents home in Adelaide, which had actually been our family home when I was a baby. My Uncle had bought it from M and D when dad got a job back in his country town. Uncle Vic had never married and lived with my grandparents, I guess really they lived with him as it was it was his house.
The owners lived in the smaller part of the house. We had two bedroom, one with unsuited, a sitting room and a sun room.
Unsuited, adequate but tiny. Each bedroom had an oil heater and there were hot water bottles with covers to use.
Silly me when we left, I had put my case near the door ready to go. Ten minutes later, I picked up my handbag and walked out locking the door behind me. Got to the car and realised no case. Had to ring to ask them to open up for us, which turned out OK as we chatted to the guy. He told us it was their sole income, although I would have thought they were pension age.
It was a chilly 6 degrees when we left our little cottage to drive to Emerald about 20 minutes away. It didn't get any warmer even though it was an 8am start.
The kids walked one way and I went the other through the mountain trails.
Took this photo because of the old cash register. I used one like this in my first job which was also a bakery. I worked there for four years before leaving to get married.
We flew out Friday night, a parkrun in Melbourne catch up with son and brother, see a show, bit of sight seeing on Sunday, then back again on Sunday night.
The show we saw was Footloose, I thought I knew it but as it unfolded, I realised I didn't, although I knew lots of the music.
There are several theatres in Melbourne that we used to frequent regularly when we lived there. The Regent is quite small with only two levels, we were upstairs in the dress circle. Being small, no one was too far away from the action which was brilliant.
Warren was cleaning the top of the pantry over the weekend while I was away, not sure what he was looking for, maybe he was just bored.
He found a few things that needed to be binned. One was a container of caustic soda, I had had vision's of making soap. It had burst out the sides and was spilling over the shelf.
There were two gourmet pizzas bases, yum!
Not sure when they were purchased but the best before date was 13 June 2021.
We are trying to make a concentrated effort to get rid of things so clearing the top pantry shelf gave us a good start on our throw out for the week. The bases were as hard as a rock so Warren had fun flinging them into the bin like a Frisbee.
The family that volunteers together whatever whatever.
Today we drove to Zillmere for the Z parkrun, this completed Warren's alphabet of parkrun venues.
This was their photo beforehand. Sheridan had already done this one so she offered to do time keeping and Aidan did the tail walking with Warren. On the second lap, they picked up a trolley to collect the markers along the way.
Chris ran and took the photo. I walked the streets around the area, Lucy thinks leaving the house in darkness is nuts so she didn't come, she doesn't even move off the couch.
It was one of the closest to home, only 36 minutes away.
Jordan joined us at the end and we all went for breakfast, home by 9.30am, a good start to the weekend.
Each fortnight I sew for Uniforms for kid's and then take what I have made to the meeting. We meet each second Wednesday afternoon at the men's shed, a few kilometres from home.
Work that is brought in and displayed while we have a cuppa and stitch up toys. One of the women has an embroidery machine and she cuts out toys and puts faces and words on them, something like Hug me, another lady fills them and they bring them along and we stitch them closed.
New fabric is on show so we can choose what we want to take for the next fortnight.
I had selected some stretch fabric and decided to make pjs with a raglan sleeve. I usually make a few different patterns and sizes but only went with pjs. It has been decided that pjss don't need to have any of the service fabric on them.
I did have some other fabric at home that I had bought a few months ago at an opp shop so I was set.
Making the same pattern didn't get boring as the fabric were different and I mixed and matched a bit, even using applied on a couple. All up I made seven sets of pjs and a couple of extra tops. The worst thing and it takes the longest to do is the band around the neck.
