Great Uncle Michael doesn’t quite understand what it’s like to be blessed with child.
But after this afternoon’s non-stop chasing of young Jude over the grass in Rushcutter’s Bay Park while my bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich and coffee got cold, perhaps I’m the one who got it right!
The fresh salmon sushi that I brought with me as a wee treat for Bill and Mindy had to be thrown away. Even after I ordered three meals and three coffees at the kiosk in the park for lunch, the dragon lady of an owner sent a girl to remind me that only food bought at the kiosk could be consumed at the tables. Her shortsightedness makes me vow never to return!