Sydney
15-16 October 2016
I got to stay with my eldest son who lives in Sydney. My brother, his wife and their children were visiting for the opening of an annual exhibition featuring some of my niece’s work. Over the course of the opening and two dinners, a jolly time was had by all.
Mildly the worse for wear, on Sunday afternoon I packed my bags and headed for Pterodactyl’s praying for a quiet night. Fat chance.
Pterodactyl shamed me into giving the bike a clean so he was prepared to be seen with it. After those labours we headed upstairs to shower, change and engage in a pre-dinner meditation.
Gotta get that chain right
Mrs Pterodactyl had prepared a feast to shame the Romans. That may have something to do with her Greek heritage. I couldn’t comment. I should add it wasn’t just for me the Pterodactyls had other friends passing through.
It was a wonderful dinner. I have insufficient words of praise for Mrs P’s culinary skills. We had splendid food, good conversation, fine wine and then, to top it off, a cleansing ale and a quick look at the Japanese MotoGP. We knew it didn’t really matter what happened to Marc Marquez the following Saturday at Phillip Island.
With threats of being woken early, I fell, exhausted, into my bed.
