but how come I’m out almost every day? The gym, the voluntary work, the grocers, the dentist, the doctor, the podiatrist, the ophthalmologist, the pathologist, the radiographer! What is it about the ageing process that takes so much time? Well of course, there are the movies, the galleries, the ballet, the opera, the concerts – all at concession rates.
Home is Bondi Beach, and today was a day at home. I could have gone for a swim – the weather had cleared, the tide was flat – no explosions of foam over Ben Bucklers rocks.The water temperature is warm – I dipped and ducked in the ocean last Sunday – water beautiful.
But decided on a brisk walk down to Bondi IGA, with a concise list of 3 items. So how did I end up in Vinnies? No, it is not on the way to the the IGA, it’s up in the next block. But I was only going to browse for specific items, so how come I came out with another handbag and a jumper? To my credit, I did buy only 2 of the 5 items I’d selected, so that shows some discipline. And I’m giving back a jumper from my existing stock. It’s lovely, but actually, I never wear it.
The grocery list stayed almost on target – bought only two extra items (on special). And I had promised to indulge myself on this day at home with coffee at my favourite coffee shop, Gertrude and Alice. But blocking my entrance was a tub full of marvellous, quirky greeting cards – $2 each or 6 for $10. It would have defied all budgetary common sense to resist.
Now for the latte. Oh goodness, what has just hit me in the eye? Oh, a gorgeous spelt berry scone. Why not? After all, this is my day at home in Bondi Beach.
Of course the brisk walk home morphed into a ponderous plod, as extra bags and groceries combined with an indulgent afternoon tea dragged my steps into a slow, arduous journey home.
But hey, a day browsing in my own territory doesn’t yet threaten my entitlement. And there really is no place like home.
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