Back to School

Patrick returns to school today. He was suspended at the end of last term for a week for having alcohol in the boarding house. There was a party near the school and the boarders took some beer back from there, and promptly got busted with it during a dorm search. He will have to face the music when he goes back. No more chances for him probably. Another reason we need to stay in Australia.

Yesterday, Sunday, was not a bad day. We went to church at Saint Michael's as usual. There was marriage guidance material available. Father Greg, the Capuchin monk who says mass, quipped that since the average age of the congregation was over sixty they might need to pass the material on. After we went home, the boys were up and had a bit of time sitting in the sun. It was like spring in Sydney.

I was still feeling unwell on Sunday morning, a bit light headed. We went to the Addison Road markets. Sheba made a friend in another dog, Max, but he got jealous when his female owner took an interest in our girl. The couple asked if Sheba was rescue dog. They meant  a dog adopted from a shelter. I said she was. Her nervousness around other dogs betrayed her.

After Addison road Mrs Horse and I went to the Marrickville Metro mall. Mrs Horse wanted to get some meat for lunch. Sheba and I waited outside with a paper and a coffee.

We watched a young couple play chess on the large board in the garden. It was a young white male and a beautiful Asian girl, a very close, peaceful couple. They were playing terrible chess but enjoying each other's company. It reminded me of Mrs Horse and I when we were younger. What lies ahead for them?

Mrs Horse made curry when we got home and we all stood around in the sunshine at the front of the house enjoying it. That was the best part of the day.