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This week: I won a prize! We have a bi-monthly (as in, once every two months) all-department Zoom meeting, about sixty people. Since we have been working from home, as a morale-boosting thing, our great-grand-boss created the Wheel of Joy as a way to end the meeting. The Wheel of Joy is an animated roulette wheel (on a PowerPoint) that gives out first, second and third prizes to random staff members. Usually a box of chocolates or a fruit platter (I suspect it depends on where our great-grand-boss, who is buying these prizes with his own money, has been shopping that week). Anyway, this week, I won third prize. Great-grand-boss was obviously feeling generous this meeting, as third prize turned out to be a small package from a local provedore, containing: a box of water crackers, a jar of quince paste, a box of honey popcorn and a chocolate bee. Very timely, given my cheese box is due to arrive on Monday.

In a sign life is returning to normal, this week the local theatre sent out an email announcing their roster of shows for the first six months of the year. Some tickets were still valid from last year, so I can just turn up on the new date; some were postponed and the cancelled tickets were re-issued; some shows were cancelled all together and so my account is in credit. So I've got tickets for five shows this year.

In a sign life is yet to return completely to normal, two days after sorting out those tickets, the theatre called to say the first show, on 19 February, is now cancelled as the performers are in Western Australia and can't cross the state border. Tickets for four shows, then.

Friday Five (on a Sunday)

Would you ever live in an underground house?
The nearest sort of underground house to me would be in Coober Pedy in South Australia (about 1,500 kms away). So sure, yes, I would live in an underground house if I wanted to live in the desert and become an opal miner. (Which seems unlikely.)

And so on and so forth )

And finally: the last (so far) of my sunset dahlias. (There are two that haven't flowered yet.)

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The local paper has been keeping us up to date with exciting news about national TV doing a story in the City by the Sea. One of those real estate programs, where the host shows prospective buyers three houses they might like. The focus of this series was luxury houses in regional Australia. We had an article when it was being filmed and another when it was going to air. So I watched it, obviously, and it was awful.

Why I thought that )

Anyway, the reason for mentioning this is that, despite costing nearly $1.4 million and being completely renovated, the house had a really ugly bathroom.

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(More photos of it here. I didn't care for the colour scheme at all. And for all that space that's a tiny kitchen.)

This week's Friday Five questions: It figures

What are some figurines you own?
I bought this little guy on a family holiday to Sydney when I was 10. I remember the shop, an old building in The Rocks with dark timbered walls and ceiling-high glass cases of hand blown trinkets. The horse is tiny - it can fit on my little fingertip - and I keep it in my jewellery box so I see it every time I change my earrings.

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What are you trying to figure out?
When would be the best time to take annual leave. I'm thinking two weeks in late March, pending further information.

Two circles or one continuous motion: how do you write the figure 8?
One continuous motion. So much more efficient than two circles as you don't need to lift the pen.

How do you feel about Fig Newtons?
Never heard of them, but having looked them up, they're a biscuit similar to what I would call a Spicy Fruit Roll. You don't often see them now. I think of them as an old person's biscuit, largely because my grandfather was the only person I've ever seen eat them.

What’s a good metaphor to describe your first week of 2021?
Giving it 110%. Or more, even, as three of the five accountants were on leave, so it was just me and my grand-boss doing the December financials (and talking about real estate programs).
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Heatwave and fires further north, but here in the City by the Sea we seem to be in our own little magic weather kingdom. Storms. Lashing rain and howling winds. All that jazz. My shutters blew open three times last night.

It stopped raining long enough this morning to go to the farmers' market to get bread. Later, a trip to the shopping centre - my mother's yoga class is re-starting next week, and she wanted a new blanket for the resting period (she had a blanket, but during lockdown Alistair has claimed it). I haven't been to the shopping centre in the middle of the day for months. So many people. So many noises. So many lights.

I'm watching The Holiday, the film in which Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz swap homes for Christmas. It's mindless fun, but Kate has just boarded a plane and they're all packed in their seats and breathing on each other and I feel so anxious watching it. I can't really blame a fourteen-year-old film for not considering that people might watch it in a pandemic fourteen years later.
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The City by the Sea normally has a local public holiday in May, but that was in the middle of the first lockdown so it was postponed until today. The first hot day of the year, so I spent it mostly reading under the ceiling fan.

The reason for the public holiday today is the Melbourne Cup. My mother's friends are being a bit naughty: they were having a Cup Day afternoon tea party, which my mother declined to attend as we are still under some lockdown restrictions, including only two visitors at a time to a house. This apparently led to some words between my mother and the friend hosting the party. I mean, I am obviously biased as one party to that argument is my mother and the other is a kind of an old bag, but even taking that into consideration, I think my mother is right.

Anyway, my mother and I bought slices of fancy orange-and-almond cake and had our own little afternoon tea while watching the Cup instead.
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I had one and a half days in the office this week, which felt a bit weird. I had to work on something with one of my colleagues, so we got permission to go in and work in one of the meeting rooms, sitting on either side of a meeting table and connecting the laptop to the projector screen on the wall. The meeting room is amply stocked with hand sanitiser and cleaning products, so we were able to maintain distance and hygiene while working on the biggest spreadsheet you've ever seen.

Unlikely to be repeated, though, as cases in Melbourne are going up again (twenty-five new cases yesterday and nineteen today), so our lockdown restrictions are being tightened again. For the first time, they're talking about regional variations, as the City by the Sea only ever had five cases, all people returning from overseas travel, and none in the last two months. But for now at least, another month at home.

I forgot to say last week that Alistair had his annual home visit from the vet. Vaccinations up to date, and he's lost 100g since last year, so the vet was pleased with him... or was pleased with him right up until he bit the vet's finger. In fairness, the vet had just poked his finger in Alistair's mouth, so it was more of a reflex action than a vicious bite, but there was a lot of blood. So I think both cat and vet are glad that trauma's over for another year.

This week brought a letter in the mail from an old LJ friend, who is sending out little pieces of art to brighten people's days. It certainly made my day. I've pinned it to my work pinboard.

Also, I bought a new toothbrush this week. It's fine. It does the job. But the packaging was over the top. All caps and random bolding telling me the toothbrush offers:
- 4 ZONES OF BACTERIA REMOVING ACTION
- <0.01mm CHARCOAL DUAL CORE SLIM TIP BRISTLES GENTLY REACH 7X DEEPER BELOW THE GUM LINE
- INNOVATIVE TONGUE AND CHEEK CLEANING DESIGN
- RUBBER POLISHING CUPS
- 300% HEALTHIER GUMS

Finally, a headline from the local news:

DAIRY FARMER WRITES POEM

Page three, that was. High importance.
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Autumn, season of mushrooms. Growing up on a farm, that meant every few days, I would be sent out with a bucket and a little knife to collect them. Little me and my two dogs and quite often Great King Louis the cat, traipsing the fields and bringing home the harvest. Flat brown mushrooms and little round pink ones for the bucket, and funny white puffballs that weren't for eating but which emitted a puff of yellow spores when stabbed.

Our paddocks were flat, green and flat and filled with sheep, but when the rain set in some of the sodden ground would sink, leaving solid little fairy hills like stepping stones. Swathes of field would fill with water; deepest in the far swamp paddock, which had wild ducks on it each year, but even the home paddocks had ankle-deep lakes, which I and the dogs would walk around while Louis waded through them like a silver-grey tiger. The dogs were interested in the mushroom-cutting business, crowding round me in case it was something for them, but Louis would stalk off to the boxthorn hedge on the field border to see if there were any rabbits to be found. Unsuccessful, he would come back and mew to be carried home.

No fields in the suburbs, so these days I buy boxes to grow my mushrooms in. My portobello box arrived this week and already there are a handful of tiny white fists pushing their way through the peat.

I skived off knitting for most of this week and managed only two rows, so no cowl photo today. Instead, a bit of local colour. Four doors away from me, the worst house on the street, an old building that hasn't had anyone in it for years, is being knocked down. First they took the windows out; then they took the roof off; then they removed the interior and exterior walls of the top floor, leaving just one fitting visible )

When I stopped to take that photo, a woman came out of the house opposite and called across the street to me: "I have a great view of it from my kitchen sink!" And then she went back inside.
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Happy new year, f-list.

The apocalypse is happening everywhere but the City by the Sea, which is a little pocket of pleasant weather, blue skies and a cool sea breeze. Yesterday as the fires elsewhere worsened, I made a cake and pottered about in the garden. Today we can smell smoke from, well, everywhere, but I went to the New Year Market in Port Fairy and bought a new sun hat. It all seems disconnected from the devastation on the news.

December books read

* Double Entry: How the merchants of Venice shaped the modern world - Jane Gleeson-White (2011) ★ ★
Read more... )

* The Little Broomstick - Mary Stewart (1971) ★ ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* Death on the Riviera - John Bude (1952) ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* The Glass of Lead and Gold - Cornelia Funke (2018) ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* The Cornish Coast Murder - John Bude (1935) ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* The Murders Near Mapleton - Brian Flynn (1929) ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* Antidote to Venom - Freeman Wills Croft (1938) ★ ★
Read more... )

I didn't get around to reading a Cartland to end the year, although I did sample a chapter of one on my Kindle. The heroine was called Kezia Falcon and her brother was Sir Peregrine. That is, Sir Peregrine Falcon. As if that wasn't enough nonsense, Peregrine and Kezia decide to pretend to be married in order to sell a necklace to a French marquis. I mean... obviously I will be returning to this at a later date, because it promises to be splendid.

Sir Peregrine Falcon though. She must have been running out of names.
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I began my daily entries at the start of June with the news that my accounts officer's contract wasn't renewed, and here we are at the end of the month on his last day. This morning we had a French food morning tea by Skype for him (because he is French), six of us in three different cities. One was a group of three, who had a plate of millefeuilles and macarons; here in the City by the Sea the two of us had éclairs; and our departing colleague decided to do a little bit of French humour by bringing a tub of Yoplait for himself. "It's French for yoghurt," he said (which used to be Yoplait's advertising slogan), "but it's not, that's a lie they told Australians." As a leaving gift, we organised an e-gift certificate from a ticketing outlet, which turned out to be a big hit. It will be going towards tickets to Elton John's farewell tour. So that's that. It's worked out well for him: another department in the organisation offered him a different job and he starts that on Monday. I'm quite sad about it though.

The City by the Sea's annual winter festival of roadworks has begun. Honestly, they do this every year. They're doing longterm work on two corners, so they're blocked off; they're also doing short jobs at random intersections. It's like a game: Surprise Roadworks! Can you get from the bank to the Post Office in your lunch break?

One of the jobs they are doing on the roads is putting down stripes of red and green glitter. Green glitter means that there's a hidden opening, so look out for surprise traffic to emerge. I haven't worked out what the red glitter means yet, but it must be serious because they always do them in groups of three stripes.
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I've been meaning to mention this for months now. Late last year, the City by the Sea got a new public sculpture. It's just round the corner from my office, so I pass it most days when I go out for a bit of fresh air. I like it.

A giant creature burst forth from the pavement )

When I went to take that photo this afternoon, I passed a lovely little homewares shop and was surprised and sad to see a closing down sale sign on it. Closing down because the owners are retiring it turns out, so that's better for them than going out of business, I suppose. I'll miss it, though. It was a good source of gifts. I went in and bought myself a mug and coaster for my desk at work.
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This morning, driving home from my Sunday beach walk, I passed the Tourist Information Centre, which had a sign out the front showing its long weekend opening hours. That gave me an idea, so I went back a bit later and found what I was after: a card by a local artist, suitable to send to my accounts officer, the one whose contract isn't being renewed. He is in another state; he's French; and although he's lived in Australia for twenty years, he's never ventured south of the border. Well, maybe to Melbourne, but never to the City by the Sea. So for his leaving card, he's getting this view. (For interest, during the day, I park my car about halfway down the right-hand edge of the card; the office I work in is one block back from that, just out of the picture; the aforementioned Tourist Information Centre (and Maritime Museum) is the triangular patch of buildings at the bottom right; and the beach I walk on is, well, it's that beach.)

Later, I planted a couple of geraniums. There is a garden bed running along the side of the garage, and the only thing that has ever successfully grown there is a geranium. So I bought two more and put them next to the existing one, and watered them in. My watering can is a green metal one, and I usually leave it sitting outside the back door. Sometimes sparrows come and sit on it in the sun. It's very rustic and picturesque.

So I took my watering can and filled it up and started watering the new geraniums. Imagine me, standing there, mindlessly watching the water rain down on my new plants, when I see a twig floating in the watering can. That will get stuck in the spout, I think, and lean down to pluck it out. But it's not a twig. It's a skink! I can see its little legs paddling, and then the wave of the water flips it over so I can see its shiny white belly.

Anyway, I put the watering can on the ground and tipped it on its side so the water flooded out. There was no skink left in the watering can after that, and I couldn't see it on the ground, so I can only assume it scarpered to safety. It must have been having a nap in the watering can when I picked it up. Sorry, little skink.
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This week: Traffic was held up on my way to work Friday morning as, in a shameless Australian stereotype, we had to stop to let a wallaby hop round a roundabout.

Also this week: I made a chocolate cake with a crème fraîche filling. Quite nice. I had to make it. Simply had to. I bought a new mixer a couple of weeks ago, you see. The motor of my previous mixer died a couple of years ago, so I've been using a little hand mixer since then.

But it's nearly thirty years old and I'm always worried it will also run out one day. So I was in a department store and there were still sales on and there it was, a stand mixer that met my modest requirements (not too big, not too heavy, bright red), reduced from $300 to $100. I bought it.

And I hate it.

The first thing I made with it was a batch of choc chip biscuits. The mixer's bowl is so deep it can't reach the ingredients at the bottom, so it just sort of puddles them around on the top. I had to finish doing the biscuits with the hand mixer. This time, I used the small bowl from my old mixer, which worked, but it doesn't really fit so I had to hold it steady. Which sort of ruins the point of having a stand mixer. So there's a lesson for me about impulse purchases.

Also also this week: I paid my car registration. Freddy is a 1999 Ford Festiva, so he's, gosh, twenty years old this year. Happy birthday to him.
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Around this time last year — actually it was Australia Day, 26 January — I went to a party. A man there revealed he was a manager at Woolworths, in charge of a number of branches across Melbourne. A woman said to him, "Why are you selling hot cross buns in January? It's too early!" People piled on to agree with her. January is much too early for hot cross buns. The manager got quite defensive, saying, "People buy them, so why shouldn't we sell them if people will buy them? We'd like to sell them earlier, but we don't want the criticism." I mean, I see what he's saying, but... they're not special if they're always available, are they?

Anyway, I saw Cadbury Creme Eggs on sale on 31 December.
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Something I enjoy very much is being in places that are closed. One of my favourite things about my new job happens on Thursday and Friday afternoon, when I am often alone in the building. To get anything off the printer I have to walk through the empty call centre, as the support line is diverted to another office. So it's just me, walking through a long, empty, high-ceilinged room full of silent phones. Queen of a lonely kingdom.

This Friday past was my last for the year, as we have closed up until 2019. So that's nice. As I locked up on Friday, a stream of people flowed past, all in the same direction, all heading to the sound of music. They were heading to Carols on the Green, it turned out. I didn't go, but it sounded nice as I passed by. That seemed to mark the start of the summer holidays. When I went for my weekly beach walk this morning, the foreshore carnival had set up at last. It only operates at night, so that was another place that was closed. I walked the perimeter, checking out the dodgems neatly lined up, the back of the spooky castle, the rows of pink fluffy monkeys waiting to be won as prizes.

Also at the beach this morning: the farmers' market. It's their off-week, but I suppose they did an extra one as it was close to Christmas. My mother bought some mince pies from the all-mince-pie baker's stall; I bought some fresh blueberries for the pavlova. We were going to buy some strawberries as well, but the queue for the strawberry farm lady was twenty deep and there were whispers that she was going to run out of berries soon. Supermarket strawberries for us then.

Speaking of the supermarket, it's that time of year again, when shelves are swept clean of all but one lonely example of whatever was on them. One lonely example that looks at me, willing me to buy it and give it a home. In other words, I now own this ceramic cat piggy-bank )

This week in Australian politics: We have had a sex scandal! A government minister went on a work trip to Hong Kong, where he had dinner with a young lady he met on a sugar daddy website, who then told her story to a magazine, thus treating us all to this amazing text-based flirtation. Brace yourselves, this is a bit racy (and also a bit blurry, sorry) )

The wonder is he met anyone at all with banter like that.
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Hello, f-list. I hope you can hear me OVER THE RAIN. It is fairly bucketing down at the moment. I've just dragged our potted Christmas tree from under the patio where it lives all year to get a bit of rain before we bring it in and decorate it. I hope it doesn't get too wet.

This week: I ran into a friend who is a chef. He had just catered for the Christmas party of one of the City by the Sea's largest employers. "Fifty-two bottles of Pimms on the hottest day of the year," he said. "It was like taking a bath in sugar."

This morning: My mother and I went for our regular weekend walk along the beach front. "They're putting the summer carnival up early this year," my mother said as we approached the green. But it wasn't the summer carnival. It was some sort of emergency services fair. Fire brigade. Ambulance. Police. Coast Guard. SES (they do natural disaster assistance, including tsunamis, according to their website, which may be true if one ever happened here, but I don't think they get a lot of them). Rapid Relief Team, whom I have never heard of (they do mass emergency catering, it turns out). It was the safest place in the City by the Sea, although if you had an emergency anywhere else this morning, you were presumably out of luck.

Also this morning: Further along our walk, part of the Lake Pertobe Adventure Playground was fenced off. They were putting up a summer holiday attraction: thirty life-size dinosaurs. Replicas, I assume. I don't think they're building Jurassic Park next to the mini-golf. (Although if you hear news of a T-Rex running amok in southern Australia, that'll be us.) Anyway, we could see some sort of velociraptor-thing peeping out from the trees, so that was a different sort of wildlife spotting.

Later: A visit to Bunnings revealed knee-high cement garden ornaments in the shape of Star Wars characters: Darth Vader, a storm trooper, Han Solo, R2-D2. All the same size. I mean, one of those things is not the same size as the others, is it? But in cement garden ornament Star Wars, it is. In fact, R2-D2 is the biggest of them all, because once you bring him up to the same height as the others, he is proportionally wider. He could have crushed them all. What a different film that would have been.

Here is a thing: Melbourne has set up email address for its public trees, so people can email if they see a problem. Instead, people are emailing the trees. Just for a chat. Here is an article showing pictures of the trees with some of the emails they have received.
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A few months ago, a mural of a wombat emerging from a cave appeared overnight on the railway bridge not far from my house. It's really good. And now, its story emerges. The artist did it in chalk as a bit of practice, thinking it would wash away in the next rain, but when he came back the next day he was horrified to find someone had painted it over with preservative. Not to worry, though: that someone was the council's former graffiti cleaner, who saw it and liked it so much he decided it should stay. And so it should, don't you think?

There has been a little black and white stray cat around for... ooh, a year or so, on and off. I've seen it walking down the street, sometimes through the back garden, or sunning itself in the driveway of the empty house across the road. I saw it for the first time in ages about a week ago and was shocked at how thin it's grown and how dry and shabby its coat is, so I took it out a bowl of Alistair's food, hoping it wouldn't run away. It did not. It ran straight to the bowl and scarfed the food down. And now he turns up morning and evening for dinner. I don't know where he sleeps or what he does the rest of the time, but he's got his own special bowl and he's going to get a flea and worm treatment in a couple of days. So, okay, I seem to be acquiring an outside cat.

I must say, it is a joy to put a bowl of cat food down in front of a cat that just starts eating, no matter what's in it, and cleans the bowl without fuss. Not like a certain fat stripey beast I could name, Alistair.
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I came back from my shower this morning, ready to make the bed — only to find it occupied. This is new. He will sleep on the bed, not in it, and never when I'm not there. I don't know why he decided today was the day to try getting into the bed, but he seemed to like it.

This week being Race Week, the biggest week in the City by the Sea, there have been police everywhere. My mother was breath-tested as she was driving round the cemetery one morning. I mean, they were testing everyone, not just here. (She passed.) A couple of days later I went for a walk one evening, and ended up being glad I was on foot. There was a traffic jam on the highway and as I walked further I found out why: there was a police block with ten separate breath-testing stations. And three old men standing by the side of the road, watching all the action. "They've all been waved on so far," one told me as I passed.

This morning my mother and I went for our usual Sunday morning walk by the beach, which happily coincided with the fortnightly farmers' market being set up. We usually go to the farmers' market after breakfast, and so miss out on the devilish hard to get almond croissants, which are usually sold out before we get there. Not today! We were there, right there, as the baker's van pulled up, so we nabbed the first two almond croissants of the day.

Today I came across a recipe for beetroot chocolate cake with beet icing. No, thank you.
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My mother ended up having quite an exciting trip home from her holiday. She's not a keen traveller nowadays at the best of times, a far cry from her moped-riding-around-Australia younger self. She called me from the airport Sunday evening, after she was meant to have taken off. The plane had boarded, but then they had to disembark due to a fault, and so she was just kicking about the airport waiting for a replacement plane. At least that gave me a chance to update her on the bushfire situation, the pertinent point being that the highway was closed and the train tracks had burnt, so the City by the Sea was cut off from Melbourne, where her plane was due to land.

Anyway, she made it to Melbourne five hours later than anticipated, and presented herself at the train station on Monday morning to find out how to get home. Fortunately the highway had re-opened that morning, so the train was running as far as it could, then all the passengers changed to coaches for the rest of the way. I had to go and collect her at the City by the Sea's train station, and it was chaos. Buses everywhere to replace the trains. I wonder where they all came from? Presumably there were some bus services not running on account of the buses being pressed into train service.

There's still an awful lot of smoke.
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There were hot cross buns in the supermarket today. Easter things! Already! While I was taking in that sight, three other people passed by and either looked horrified or actually tsked. I'm not sure Coles will be selling many use by 30 December hot cross buns, based on those reactions.

I've never been one for a big New Year's Eve. Crowds: not for me. I think the most memorable was the one I spent, alone and ill, in the middle of a heatwave. Midnight found me lying on the floor under the ceiling fan, dripping like a melting ice cube. Even then I can only remember how sick I felt, not what year it was.

Anyway, perfect health and no heatwave this year, which is good. I made a concession to New Year celebrations by going to the first of the summer night markets at the lake. That was crowded enough. Beach Road (guess what's at the end of that!) was at standstill with bumper-to-bumper traffic, so we avoided that completely and parked at Cannon Hill (guess what's on that hill!) and walked down the road instead. I looked at the market and had a vegetable calzone and mint choc chip ice cream. There, I've been publicly festive.
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The whale around the corner from my house is looking festive:

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I spent way too long coming up with a caption for that photo. Have a whale of a time this Christmas! or Have a whale-y good Christmas! or (and I was very proud of this) Sea Son's Greetings!

The Santa Whale and the Allium Elf )

So far today I have been for a walk on the beach, opened presents and eaten more strawberry creams than a person should. I don't even really like strawberry creams, but someone gave us a box, so needs must. I am just that dedicated.

Best wishes whatever you are doing today, f-list.
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I enjoy the word "isthmus". And it rhymes with Christmas! What could be more festive? (I have worked out that if I keep doing an entry every second day, plus one extra, the last entry in December should coincide with the last ever Cartland title. What a way to end the year.)

Someone has flicked the City by the Sea's switch to holiday mode today. When I went to the beach this morning there was a small ferris wheel being set up where the summer carnival always goes. Caravans have started filling in the beachside caravan park. Shops have put up signs up with their Christmas week hours.

The City by the Sea's skyline is dominated by what is technically an elevated steel water tower, but which is generally known as the Silver Ball. It's in the grounds of a former clothing factory, as seen in this old postcard:

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The factory has changed hands and uses numerous times over the years (I used to work in it when it was the council's IT department and business incubator). The gardens have been made low-maintenance, so they're just kind of... there. But no-one has looked after the ball, which has faded and rusted and looked a bit sad. But this year, the site was bought by a guy who is turning it into a vintage car museum, and his workers have repaired and renovated the ball for Christmas. Last week they painted the ball and the legs yellow, obviously some sort of undercoat, and yesterday it was back to being shiny silver with bright red legs. It looks terrific, and there's more to come. Apparently there will eventually be a permanent light show on it.

Coming home last night, I saw them testing the lights. After scrolling through a variety of colours, they left it lit from underneath by a bright white light, and it looked exactly like the Death Star. So that's not threatening at all.

Something I have learnt today: the singer called SZA is not pronounced Ess-Zed-A, as I thought. It's Scissor. I am now hip to sounds of the hit parade.

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