Last night my husband and I went to a fashion + textile show. There were lots of weird arty lingerie. Vintage victorian corsets. Ruffly pin cushion things. Curvy, smiling models and a pumping nightclub atmosphere. It was fun!

We met a friend. Chatted to a few people we knew. Had a few drinks. We even went out for coffee and cake after. But by the end I was feeling a bit ill. Because.

Earlier. We went to Cicerello’s for dinner. I scoffed a huge platter of deep fried, battered seafood. All by myself. It was greasy and disgusting. But I was soooo hungry. It was 9pm and I hadn’t eaten since 3pm. Because.

Earlier. We went to a talk by Hugh Edwards. Who wrote about the mutiny and shipwreck of the Batavia. It was a really interesting talk! He had lots of amazing shipwreck photos. Crazy scuba diving stories. Stories of sunken treasure, pieces of eight, pirates, and great white sharks.

My husband is a bit of a historical maritime buff. He read the book when he was a kid, so Hugh is a bit of a childhood hero to him. However, the average age of the audience was something like 50-60 years! It was lovely to see all these grandpas and grandmas out and about on a Friday night. There were about 200 of them. All wearing fleecy tracksuits jumpers or respectable navy blue wool blazers with big gold pins.

And I? Ah. Never have I felt so out of place. I was the youngest, only Asian, female with too much make up, wearing a fake fur coat and stilettos. (Hey I was going to a fashion gig later!). I thought they were going to refuse my entry pass, or point me to the brothel next door. I felt like such a skank. Particularly because.

Earlier. In the afternoon. I went for a swim. I did 20 laps. Quick shower. Rushed to pick up the kids. And didn’t have time to wash my hair properly. Mmm. Warm crusty chlorine residue. OK I’m exaggerating.

How was your weekend?

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