We moved into winter tomorrow, and the weather is trying to trick us. One moment 3 degrees overnight, the next, 19 during the day.
The qualitative easing of government edict permitted the People to move about a bit, and business was able to re-open to a limited extent.
Lulu took Justin Black for a walk around the block - and then said "no further" - "you know the rules". Well no-one does exactly. Is that deliberate? If not there are a lot of people purporting to express very important things using our language, and mangling it such that we don't know what they mean.
You be the judge: Deliberate? Evasive? Foolish?
The Live Eat shop in Magnet Court: terrific coffee, a long table, and great fresh food to eat in (subject to etc) or take away (eat on the street). Tables and chairs removed, just the long table and few fixed tables available.
Not important in the context, but I am pleased to advise that our in house gardener (one of the partner's teenagers) has plucked the weeds out of our front garden. One shouldn't have weed in the front garden. Wink, Wink, - know what I mean?
The 1888 BMB 22 Murray St; very elegant features
We had a Cancer Council support morning tea, and although management declared there were lots of winners (ie no one offended) our floor Ground 20 Murray, was certainly the best. I can't claim credit. But the food was delicious. There is something courteous, kind, generous and warming when people share food.
So, under guidance from Craig and Matthew at the Ball and Chain, we took up one sitting of 10 for the main chamber, and here you see Paul Cook, Peter Bowen and Leigh Sealy enjoy a pre-lunch stout
Roger Kimber converses with Peter H Dawson, whilst Paul tries to evade a clawback.
Stephen Bourke didn't know it then, but although lunch started at 1.30pm, some of us would finalise it at 9pm at his home. Julian Joscelyne embraced the afternoon with gusto
Kimbers Phillip and Roger with H Dawson. Statutory 1.5m
Our drug dealer, Merv Simmons flambayed his way into the Ball and Chain.
At table, the debate began. 'Can the States close the border, what will the High Court say'. But more importantly, 'the 500gm steak or the 250? Entre: italian sausage, but what about the vegetarians?
Merv advised Leigh SC that in his opinion the State's claim to right and power to close their borders in the current circumstances was/is 'doubtful'.
However, in constitutional matters, 'doubtful' doesn't cut it. Is it measured and appropriate - said SC?
Will the High Court give a significant degree of latitude once it is clearly apparent that the exercise of the power is for a genuine purpose?
Roger Kimber weighed in with "take s 117 for example: A subject of the Queen, resident in any State, shall not be subject in any other State to any disability or discrimination which would not be equally applicable to him if he were a subject of the Queen resident in such other State."
Eyes glazed. That was the red wine.
A welcome to country speech was delivered by former State Crown Solicitor for the Federal Government, Peter Bowen, himself somewhat of a pyramid scheme.
The debate continued well into the evening, until Craig said "we need to set up for the evening people".
Exit was via the front entrance. And once again, we left wondering what we had done, said, and thought.
That was Friday. So on Saturday it was time for a motorcyle tour of the southern vales, at the instigation of Tony Parker - he we are at his Kingston abode, wondering once again, why a Ducati is not reliable enough to go out on the street. "Electrics" said the owner. "Alternator" said Peter Cretan. Either way, she stayed at home.
Visions splendid: Tony's BMW R1250 RS, and (below) my own of the same
Temperature warmed to 17 degrees as we mansplayed out over Summerleas, through Sandfly, to Margate, Snug, Kettering and then over the hill via Nicholls Rivulet, to Cygnet. Beautiful scenery, with 'snatches' of the sea, valleys, forest.
Below: outside the cafe at Cygnet, discussing the state of play.
Tony and Bec, with Peter.
Also parked nearby was this marvellous rendition of the 1951 Vincent Black Shadow. She is an intriguing piece of machinery.
I think a woman could do no better than to have the Vincent Engineering Works trademark tattooed somewhere discretely on the body.
Another entertaing job: this Triumph - in white and blue
I'd say the first BMW in this line is about a 1980 R100.
From Cygnet, we, thr touring party of Nick Hawker, PAK, Peter Cretan, Tony Parker and Bec followed (well, not followed, but went on) the coast road around the bottom of the Channel, via Flowerpot, Middleton, Gordon, Kettering, to Snug, then the Southern Outlet back to home.
A great day's entertainment.
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Or is it?
Perhaps time will tell or perhaps we will have to ask?
To quote Aloysious Wong:
"Too complex!", or is it?