life in elizabeth bay

The café in the bay near K’s flat used to be a fabulous – and typically Sydney - breakfast joint. It then got taken over by the hipsterish Miss Chu’s and did Vietnamese things for a bit. But then she over-extended,  went into voluntary administration and so it has been shut for a while. Now it appears to have been taken over by an Irishman and a Scotsman (apologies to them is this is wrong). They have an enthusiasm for slightly peculiar items in this context such as penguin bars and (I think) tunnock’s teacakes. And last time I went to get a flat white, at about 8.30am, they were just advising a customer that mushroom soup with sherry would be available very soon. 

the norwegians are here

A group of young women from Norway (studying petroleum engineering) have moved in next door, and now some boys seem to be sleeping in the shed. Had invited J and her kids; and G, her husband and children over for Sunday breakfast on the deck. Bright, sunny and lovely conversation, unhindered by 3 young men fast asleep throughout,  clad only in their underpants.

pretentious, moi?

Would recommend a walk through Kings Park in Perth to anyone. Mainly tailored bushland but beautiful all the same. Having negotiated the dense thicket of joggers who use the steps of Jacob's Ladder as part of their weekend workout, I (of course) had to have breakfast before my walk. Boiled eggs and soldiers in a wooden box, with the eggs contained in part of a cardboard egg carton.

I do think Australian city breakfasts are the best in the world, but sometimes just a tiny bit up themselves.

...and arrived

And here I am, bright and very early at my local beach, jazzed up with jetlag and ready for my first flat white. Of course - being Sydney– there are people running, walking their dogs, swimming, sitting on the beach, just chilling out, and – yes of course - having a breakfast meeting in full business suits.