We set off wagging our tails on a fine-ish Saturday afternoon.
A house on the way to Dallas.
A house on the way to Dallas.
'I am enjoying looking at that house, it's fine.'
A house on the way to Dallas.
A house on the way to Dallas.
The rear of the Dallas shops. They are lively. There is a bookshop, a fruitshop, a really weird bottle shop. And two supermarkets, it's really quite good.
Birds washing in a puddle. Or you think up a caption.
'Quiet please, I am looking at birds washing in a puddle'.
This is a place called Break Point. Who knows what it is.
This is a nissen hut we saw. There are two at the school at Dallas north of the shopping centre.
Time to go home. 'That was tops master, all that remains is for me to crap on the nature strip and you to efficiently scoop it into a ripped-open cigarette packet and carry it for blocks and blocks!'
(And by the way: Just wanted to make sure you noticed on the front page of The Age on the weekend that our area was one of the very few that went up in value over the last year - by conservative estimate Chez Lorraine has appreciated at a rate of about 12 000 a year since we bought it five years ago and unlike most homes in Melbourne has not reduced its value under the GFC.)
