saturday afternoon

with a nice weekend of absolutely no plans ahead of us, peter and caught a tram into the city to visit the national gallery. peter hates the city - who knows how he's going to get along with new york on those very brief few days we're visiting in october.

last week

i've been busy (slack) this week, hence the lack of detailed photography: peter turned 26, i ate dr pepper chicken wings (oh my god) and watched the sapphires with mum and hat.

sunday morning

sunday morning in mt. martha - peter slept in and mun and dad went for a walk around the block. typical victorian schizophrenic weather; pouring rain and then the sun was out. we went to the mornington cemetery to see my great grandparents and my papa and it was so nice to be out of the city and in the fresh air for a while.

saturday night

for as long as i can remember my parents have been having an annual 'tour night' whereupon they have a dinner party at the conclusion of the tour de france where they eat the national cuisine of the winner. this year's winner bradley wiggins is english and that fact coupled with the opening of the london olympics meant that english food was on the menu at my uncle's on saturday night. i haven't inherited their love of cycling (or sport in general) but i love a good theme. the menu consisted of cornish pasties, a ploughman's platter, steak and kidney pie and beef wellington. i made dessert: an eton mess. i think this is the first time i've contributed a plate to a family function - totes grownup.