One of our group of friends is moving back to New Zealand soon and her going away party was on Saturday night. Since I had a very early start the next day, we arranged for Liz and Jack to sleep at my parents house. I left the party at 9pm and took Jack round to my folk’s place, tucked him in and then went home. Liz stayed behind and, I later learned, returned to my parents at 2:30am, stopping only briefly to fall over in a flower bed in the school playing field while taking a shortcut back.

The summer surf lifesaving season means there’s often a chance for the club to earn a bit of extra cash doing water safety at various public events. The event in question on Sunday was the Callala Triathlon, about 20km down the coast from here. I left the house at 6:00am and, pausing only to buy a couple of sausage and egg muffins and a latte in maccers, drove over to Byron’s house for the drive down with the boat.

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