As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live. ~John Paul II
My beautiful cousin turned 60 this week. My large extended family is the terror of unwary females marrying into a bevvy of tall, leggy blondes who swoop on all & sundry hugging & kissing. Star has been spared the family assault until recently. Like others before her she is now a little shell~shocked & realises her singing cousin is neither a family anomaly nor a little strange. It is in the blood.
We celebrated at Harrigans, which is down Jacob's Well way & so out in the sticks there are neither signposts nor directions. More than one of us got lost... We travelled down with my mother as Liddy has our car for the weekend. After days of torrential downpours we actually got a really nice day.
Harrigans is a *family* pub. Aussies can stop thinking the local with the 5 o'clock swill. It's much more like an English pub though considerably bigger than any English pub I got to see ~ & I saw a few. Cheap lunches. It has a lovely decor & being next to the marina has gone for a nautical theme. Rather nice really.
And this lovely lady is another cousin, a rather special one because she kept her promise to a rather besotted child & her wedding was the only time I ever got to be a bridesmaid. Every girl should be a bridesmaid at least once in a lifetime. Other family that has served overseas on the mission field. Extroverts.
And I lost Star to the jazz & swing band. She'd bravely gone to request a song ~ which they didn't know~ so having mangled her song of choice they dedicated one they did know to her! The luck of the Irish? She certainly looked Irish enough with her hair a lovely shade of red when the light caught it, a delicate porcelain skin & a sweet smattering of freckles.
She's performing herself tomorrow before we resume schooling. Great way to end the holidays.