Suburbia pleasantness

I am going to break the rule of real time blogging and back date to last weekend.

It was a beautiful sunny spring Saturday. I woke up to one of those mornings where you just want to kick back over a cup of tea, have breakfast in a local café, relax and sun bathe ALL day.

We rushed through our usual weekend house cleaning duties and were out of the door by 10.

Mel and I hardly ever go out for breakfast. I think it is because most weekend mornings are spent mucking around the house idling on couches and me fussing around cleaning and attending to the garden. So it is really nice when we actually get up to something in the morning.

We drove our little MX5, hood down, hair in the wind to our neighbour suburb Wahroonga. Found a nice cosy café and ordered our poached eggs and bacon on toast with mushrooms on the side. yum.

A couple of weeks ago, I received a pamphlet in the mail, sent out by our local lawn bowling club, offering a free starter lesson for beginners. We have been talking about giving lawn bowling a go ever since Mel came home one day [after a team building event] going on and on about how fun it was. Even got our neighbours to agree to give this predominately oldie sports for the retirees a go. But somehow, work and other social commitments always got in the way.

So I decided it's time to get my little bud down to our local lawn bowling club to check it out.

The atmosphere in the little unassuming club was refreshingly warm and friendly. A bowling session, which includes bowling balls, the lawn and a free introductory lesson, cost a mere $5 per person!! Wow! We are SO in!

On the drive home. We dropped by a garage sale from across our street and bought a microwave egg cooker for 50 cents! And some old antique looking napkins holders.

Back home. We popped in to the neighbours for a quick coffee catch up. Table conversation consisted of aqua aerobics, upgrading projects around home, lawn bowling, Thai tea, red bean paste, Japanese rice cakes and outdoor dining tables. I love how random the conversations went!!

Salem had been meowing from our balcony looking down at us the whole time we were at the neighbour's (we live in a low density apartment that has staggered balconcies). He always does that btw... The minute he hears us from over the "fence" he would jump onto the ledge and give us grief till we acknowledge his presence or till we get back home. The silly thing.

Anyhow, it was soon late noon and after a quick game of table tennis (oh yes, did I mention we bought ourselves a table tennis table a couple of weeks ago and have been table tennis crazy ever since!!). We showered and got ready to go to a house warming party in the city.

A friend of ours had recently bought himself a lovely terrace house in a happening and funky part of town. I am simply in LOVE with those cool colonial frontage houses. Everything from the oh so cosy fire place to the colonial visage and the narrow back yards and tiny balconies. I secretly wished I could buy myself one too. But a year ago, we opted for a brand new comtempo apartment instead, which I am ALSO absolutely in love with too... *silly smile*

Anyhow, the party was a dash but we knew it was time to leave when people started rolling up the “good stuff”. The unmistakable rubbery sweet smell of weed.

I [of course] was the designated driver. Almost stall the car twice on our drive home.

Damn those 5 gear manual transmission!

And with that, I end my (never ending) story of my day spent in a nice surburbia way... =)