A Sydney morning

On the balcony in Harriette Street, mid morning in November. The sun is shining it is warm, not hot. If I was not so deaf I would be hearing the birds, but I can just hear the roar of the traffic on the Freeway as they come from or go to the Harbour Bridge. The Jackaranda looks stunning all over Sydney at the moment. Hannah is trying to do school work with Zoe and Esme. Sue is in the shower. Nick is in the CBD for an interview with headhunters. Life goes on around us.

This afternoon we will go to see Hazel and David, then on to Lucy. Tom has demanded that Grandma picks him up from nursery. Lucas is well.

Eight grandchildren. Fantastic. Each intriguing, each amusing, each wonderful in their own unique way. Thinking of Anley in England, one yesterday. A charmer if ever there was one. It is great having seen all eight in the last three weeks. Hoepfully we will see them all together one way or another in the New Year.

Reflecting on yesterday afternoon at Joey's. Afternoon tea. With a table cloth. On the balcony. Rambling discussions about literature life, school. Rhiannon, Jess, Jessie, Mat, Ross all there coming and going. It is so good listening to the vibrancy of the young people. And of course talking to Jo about her passion for art and  writing. Most of all for Bob. What an essay she has just written on his work. Bob or borrowed, is its essence. Wonderful stuff. She writes better than most journos on the SMH in my view.

Also it is possible to see Rhiannon as a very successful writer.

NOw we go the the Kirribilli Warf Cafe for morning coffee. Life is OK here.