Four days in Melbourne is only just enough time to give you a tiny taste of all that wonderful city has to offer. It was a whirlwind visit and I managed to get blisters on the balls of my feet from all the unaccustomed walking on hard city footpaths.
On the Friday afternoon we walked from our motel in North Melbourne into the city via the Vic markets. A quick tour on the city circle tram helped me to get my bearings and I happily absorbed the sights and sounds of a large city, late on a Friday afternoon. We wandered through the busy lane ways which were covered in street art and I narrowly avoided being shat on by a city pigeon as I was photographing the skyline from within a lane way. We jumped on a tram and headed out to Lygon street to finish off our day with ice cream.
On the Saturday we went for Yum Cha in Chinatown and that was a thoroughly wonderful experience. Thanks to Hazel for her recommendation. The trolleys of food came out at a cracking pace and we happily sampled everything, though in hindsight the gelatinous pigs trotters were a bit of a mistake. Full of delicious food we waddled off to spend the rest of the afternoon at the Vic Markets. Once the market had closed down for the day we tiredly made our way back to the motel where the kids would have happily stayed but I had plans and they didn’t involve spending much time in our rooms. So I dragged them back into the city and photographed David’s reflection as he caught his breath.
After much dithering and debating I pulled rank and we jumped on a tram and headed off to St Kilda. The teenagers faces lit up when they saw this and all of a sudden the atmosphere changed and they spent the rest of the evening being spun and twirled and catapulted on various rides, with the big dipper getting the most attention.
Sunday saw the teenagers head off to the zoo while I met a friend for lunch in Brunswick street. We all headed back to St Kilda for cake in Acland street and hamburgers at Greasy Joe’s.
Finally on Monday we made it to the National Gallery of Victoria, yay. I had been trying to get to the NGV all weekend but we kept on running out of time.
As the kids were lying on the floor under the stained glass ceiling, I received a call from The Spouse telling me that he thought he needed to see a doctor. Alarm bells started to ring as The Spouse never willingly goes to the doctor. As I listened to my husband’s rambling and confused description of his infected hand I knew the situation was urgent. I immediately began to organise his admission into hospital by remote control whilst trying to admire a Picasso. The spouse was suffering from blood poisoning and I was hundreds of miles away ack.
Due to his Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, The Spouse’s immune system is a bit wonky and when he gets sick, he gets VERY sick, VERY quickly. My son in law drove The Spouse into hospital and Veronica rang ahead to appraise the triage nurse of all the details of his Ehlers Danlos and The Spouse was in a ward hooked up to intravenous antibiotics within a few hours.
So I arrived home from Melbourne, late on Monday to The Spouse in hospital and Veronica’s blog under siege from a pair of anonymous multinamed nutters.
This pair of repetitive bores are giving me a headache and my inbox is full to overflowing with their crap aimed at my daughter. Their totally nutty rants aren’t just contained to Veronica’s blog though, so please don’t comment here if you don’t want them over at your blog tromping all through your comment sections as well.
I am tired and a bit cranky as last night there was also a brief but fierce thunderstorm which flooded David’s bedroom, the front verandah and the laundry area outside where I store all my clay and glaze materials.
I have a zillion photos that I will process and publish as soon as I can catch my breath.
I will finish up with a little reminder to Veronica’s nutty commenters, before you comment here with more of your silliness you would do well to read my comment policy.
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Melbourne looks so beautiful in your photos. You captured the city really well.
I hope your husband is on his way to getting better and that the rain didn’t do any serious damage 🙁
As for the trolls, I hope the big bad wolf eats them.
Incredible photos, thank you for those, they are inspiring!
Hope the spouse is feeling much better very soon.
As to the trolls… well, life is too short to let them or any other bully bother you, easier said than done I suppose. I believe blogs are a vehicle to express one’s opinion… if you don’t a particular blog, you don’t have to read it. Having said that, the internet does love the narcissist, doesn’t it!? As my friend says: They are telling you all about them and nothing about you.
You and V keep being fabulous and let them eat cake!
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Love the photos and glad to hear the Spouse on the mend, must have been frustrating and frightening for you being so far away at the time.
The trolls are morons who’ll get bored of their stupid game soon enough (that was an opinion stated by myself so I therefore own that comment and can freely post it wherever I choose :P)
Welcome home! Hope the Spouse is on the road to recovery now. Thanks for the great pictures from your Melbourne trip, I agree with you that a few days is not long enough to enjoy all that it has to offer.
Bugger the trolls. Can you – and any other blogger being subjected to attack – block their ISP address from your blog? Then you can forget their sad little tirades.
Stop Being objective, if you are going to be rude about people on Twitter, then write a ‘faked’ and misleading blog about an individual or company that causes damage to them, financially or in any other way, (in this case, as a sort of revenge), you may find that you could be breaking the law and as I like to dress up as the sherriff and ride around on my high horse you could be in trouble.
Calling people trolls doesn’t make your actions right.
You have some kinky trolls here Froggy. Sheriff costumes? High horses? I can smite them for you if you like, Tim looks like the kind of chap that would be into a good smiting.
Welcome back, my Tassie friend. Glad you enjoyed the delights of one of the places I call home and that the Spouse is recovering. And personally, I much prefer gnomes to trolls. Nice red peaked hats and green jackets. So festive!
Oh I love the photo of the street art, and the last one of the teenagers lying on the floor. Gorgeous!
If anyone is trying to get through to me they’re not managing… it’s going straight to spam.
I love your comment policy btw! 😉
Welcome back! Thank you for showing us Melbourne through your eyes, it looks an amazing city. How;s the Spouse now? Do hope he’s starting to feel better. Love to all, BG Xx
Sounds like some of you had a really good time in Melbourne! I may be down there next month, too. Yellow taxis are always my way of knowing it’s Melbourne. Those nutty commenters may better observe the comment policy if you link to it. I don’t know though, haven’t had time to deal with all the disagreeing comments on my blog either. Too busy but now that my exams are over here at uni I might have some time to deal with more.
No Worries Miss Bendy, I will post some more photos later on. The Spouse will be coming home today, fingers crossed. He is getting a tad grumpy about being stuck in hospital. He is a man who likes to be “doing” and being stuck in hospital doesn’t do his temperament any favours.
I would love to visit Melbourne someday. Amazing! I hope your husband gets to feeling better…
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“Mrs. C” here (changed my “name”). I’m sooo sorry about your husband but so grateful you have family nearby that can help. I hope all is on the mend and that there is no grumpiness at home. 🙂
I was hoping in all that glamourous shopping in Melbourne that you had found some troll spray, but I guess not.
Hi Kim, thought I had already commented but no! Love the photos…especially of the younger set lying on the floor. So sorry about V’s trolls. Their comments are clearly absurd–lying? conspiracy theory? nutters? Take your pick, I think.
The other day I was walking out of a home improvement shop, equivalent to Bunning’s. Another man walked out at the same. The ‘beepers’ went off; one of us had something that hadn’t been demagnetized. (I never stop any more; it has happened too often.) He turned to me, said loudly, “Your fault!” and stalked off to his car. He wasn’t smiling.
I was not amused and kept coming back to it over the next few days. Why do some people get pleasure out of detraction? I don’t know.
I thought I had commented must have dreamt that. Glad to hear Mr FPR is on the mend. Loved the photo’s. Its good to go away but I love to come home as well. Off now clutching stomach….. just don’t ask.
Take care Kim.
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