On the way back from Tasmania I stopped over in Melbourne for 24 hours to catch up with my friends Heather and Katrina. It was all too short a time, but a happy one, perfected by regaining a second scrabble trophy (there are only two) from Katrina. My first ever double double word. Yes, a double double word. Not quite the triple triple word that Thomas once pulled on me (sealings, lucky guess if you ask me), but still, magnificent.
It’s really quite upsetting and frankly disturbing when good people move away. In fact, it’s one of the most upsetting parts of the whole earthquake saga. Obviously I’ve nothing to complain about really, I have some friends who are in far far worse positions…. but moving to another part of the city is really quite disruptive. Especially after moving out from the community that was 39 Fendalton road. I realise I’m repeating myself here, but still, it’s true. The friends you used to be able to just drop in on are now in another part of town. It really does take some getting used to.
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