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The bat ray bombers
Apr. 22nd, 2011 08:09 pmA favourite Daisy family story concerns my mother's partner, John, in the early days of their courtship some thirty-odd years ago, hearing that we were having fish and chips for dinner one Friday in April. 'I'll go and get them,' he announced. 'My treat.' And boldly he strode off. He returned a shaken man, having witnessed first-hand the irresistible lure of fish and chipperies to even the most lapsed of lapsed Catholic families on Good Friday. These days, he drives the car and lets my mother face the hordes. And so it was this evening.
This morning I had a visit from a fireman wearing bunny ears, so that was a treat. There was a truckload of them going along the street, collecting for the annual Royal Children's Hospital appeal. It's a worthy cause and I gave them a donation, but I always find myself slightly resentful of it. When I was growing up, lo these many years ago, there were only two TV stations in the country: the ABC, which was the national broadcaster of programs that were anathema to children, and a single commercial station, which showed a mix of programs from the three commercial stations available in Melbourne. On Good Friday, always the most boring day of the year anyway, the ABC ran programs about religion, of which I had my fill at school, and the commercial station ran the Channel 7 Royal Children's Hospital appeal telethon all day and all night. I once got into awful trouble with my grandmother for suggesting that it was no wonder Jesus got up on the cross if the only alternative was to watch Zig and Zag again. Then Zig (the little one) turned out to be a child molester, and Zag was a former POW who never spoke to him again. And that was the end of that.
Apart from all that, I melted some chocolate and made some Easter eggs out of fair-trade chocolate. They're quite nice, but I actually prefer looking at the silicon mould I bought to make them. It's bright yellow and super cute.
This morning I had a visit from a fireman wearing bunny ears, so that was a treat. There was a truckload of them going along the street, collecting for the annual Royal Children's Hospital appeal. It's a worthy cause and I gave them a donation, but I always find myself slightly resentful of it. When I was growing up, lo these many years ago, there were only two TV stations in the country: the ABC, which was the national broadcaster of programs that were anathema to children, and a single commercial station, which showed a mix of programs from the three commercial stations available in Melbourne. On Good Friday, always the most boring day of the year anyway, the ABC ran programs about religion, of which I had my fill at school, and the commercial station ran the Channel 7 Royal Children's Hospital appeal telethon all day and all night. I once got into awful trouble with my grandmother for suggesting that it was no wonder Jesus got up on the cross if the only alternative was to watch Zig and Zag again. Then Zig (the little one) turned out to be a child molester, and Zag was a former POW who never spoke to him again. And that was the end of that.
Apart from all that, I melted some chocolate and made some Easter eggs out of fair-trade chocolate. They're quite nice, but I actually prefer looking at the silicon mould I bought to make them. It's bright yellow and super cute.