Summer has certainly come to Tasmania this week; we've taken to sleeping with the back door open so that we can get a breath of air. The only saving grace is that we know it won't last.
I had an email last night from a friend in Western Australia. We've known each other since we were both students at Sydney University in the 1960's. but we don't keep in regular contact. His first teaching job was in Goulburn and he met a girl there and they married in 1974. Marilyn was the Matron-of-Honour and I drove the wedding car. There is a notorious photograph taken on the day which shows Jamie, 5 years old, dressed in flared trousers and floral shirt. I also have a very-1970's suit and Jamie says I look like a pimp.
Anyway Mungo and Jan have been married 49 years today. The last time we saw them was years ago when we were on a cruise which ended up in Perth after sailing around the Northern part of Australia, probably about 2005 or 6. It's hard to keep up a friendship when you're on opposite sides of a continent.
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