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Another day at the football, yesterday, and a wonderful time even though we didn’t win.

Once again, Pip headed west on the train from Yarragon while I drove south to Melbourne, left my car at my parents-in-law’s house, caught a tram, walked for ten minutes, caught a train and finally arrived at the MCG 🙂 Sounds a bit like that film Planes, Trains and Automobiles!

Brisbane made a great come-back in the second half but lost to Richmond by 23 points 😦 but I always love catching up with Pip and it’s wonderful to think he enjoys going to the football with his old Mum 🙂

And, I saw so many characters during the day. Some, I’m sure, will pop up in future writing. A lovely gentleman who caught the tram at the same stop near my in-law’s home and after I was seated came to ask how I was getting to the ground. He wasn’t in footy gear, so I hadn’t realized we were going to the same place. I told him I was heading to the city and would then walk to the ground. He suggested getting off a few stops along, walking to the station and catching the train to the ground. “Do you mind if I tag along?” I asked, and I found myself with a wonderful, entertaining companion for the journey, telling me stories about trips overseas, a ghost tour in Melbourne and apologizing because his team was going to beat mine. They did 😦  We said goodbye, as he went to meet someone at Gate 3 while Pip waited for me at Gate 5.

It’s fun to observe fellow supporters and one man in particular caught my eye. Seated a couple of rows away, we watched as his face grew redder and redder, clearly very one eyed, drummed his hands in the concrete ledge in impatience and expressing extreme disgust when he didn’t agree with the umpires’ decisions. His colour grew to fire-engine/post box red when Brisbane rallied in the third quarter but paled to deep crimson when his team won. I’m glad I don’t take it quite so seriously!

After the game, as Pip and I prepared to go our different ways outside the ground, a woman carrying Richmond streamers raced over to us, shook them at us with an emphatic ‘Ha, Ha’. Her long grey hair was matted and her grin, displayed a number if missing teeth. I think she’d made it her mission to find as many opposition supporters as she could and share her excitement and we laughed as she continued on her way.

The train station was packed but I finally boarded the third train through, and eavesdropped on two 30ish young men as they discussed their dogs. “She’s a great dog,” said one, “she’s stayed with me through so many different girlfriends.” They were so intent on their canine conversation that they missed their stops!

I remembered mine and headed toward the tram stop in the fading light. Then, up ahead, I saw a familiar figure. I caught up to my gentleman friend from the earlier trip and, once again, we chatted amiably as we waited (we missed one tram by just a few seconds) and both concluded when we alighted that we had enjoyed a great day.

Welcome coffee from my mother-in-law (and a beautiful chook ornament she’d found for me at an antique shop) and I drove home, very tired, very happy and inspired by some very interesting new characters 🙂



Trying to get Bella to sit still for a photo next to my Brisbane Lions sign and wearing a yellow scarf was almost impossible but I wanted to send it to her master, my one-eyed Carlton supporter Elijah, who is holidaying in Scotland at the moment. We’re a family of jokers. When Elijah was in his teens we lived on a small farmlet and had great neighbours just over the fence. They were keen Richmond fans and often went to matches. One time when Carlton defeated Richmond, I made a tiny Carlton jumper and hat and we dressed their Richmond garden gnome in it before they arrived home. Lots of good-natured teasing and they very best of neighbours 🙂

When my children were very young, we live in town with very close neighbours, some very nice, others . . . not so nice 😦

Now Rod and I live on another farmlet but our nearest neighbours are much further away and we rarely see them.

Good neighbours, bad neighbours and the eccentric and quirky . . . they all make for great stories and poems 🙂

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