Monday, August 25, 2008

Good times



This is my high school (except when I went there it was St Joseph's Girls High, not Bethany), and it's closing. The day has been coming for 43 years, since its opening in fact. Before it was a school it was the St George Leagues Club, and buried under the carpet in the foyer is a brilliant mosaic of St George himself, naked except for a flowing piece of red material (?scarf) covering the pertinent bits, on a white Arab stallion, with the longest, sharpest lance that ever did lance, oh and the dragon under the horse's hooves and looking a little the worse for wear. I started at this school in 1972, finished 1975 and for most of that time a trip to the office involved waiting in the foyer and looking at the mosaic. I wonder what will happen to it now? I have tried long and hard to bring you a photo, but the interweb has nothing...... if I find something later, I'll update.

Meanwhile, never get up and leave the bed unmade, the bloody cat will sneek in. That is so a LOLcat face!



And finally, after a hard day at work, and a couple of long weeks (insert your favourite grumble of choice here), I came home and smelled something wonderful. Imagine my surprise when I was served up a plate of the nicest chicken curry ever! Mild enough even for the other son Ben to eat, but full of flavour. Ah David that really made my day!

For anyone who is curious, after finishing school almost two years ago, and working for about 30 days during the past two years, and yes attending TAFE very sporadically, David has finally done one week's really hard work!!!!! Yay, only 35 years to go son, well done!

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2 Comments:

At 4:33 am, September 03, 2008, Blogger Barbara from Nova Scotia said...

Do you think David will be willing to share the recipe for that curry chicken? Looks yummy!

 
At 8:59 am, September 03, 2008, Blogger Jejune said...

It's always sad when an old school closes, isn't it ... my high school was turned into a 'community centre' a fair while ago - I still go there sometimes, but now it's to visit the Diabetes ACT office for needles and suchlike!

Nothing much better than having one's children cook for you, is there? Warms the cockles of the heart :)

 

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