Garage Sales

Started our day with a 7am garage sale in Bondi Junction, the first of four, which altogether turned up a TV, desk, chair, four lamps, a travel cot (for our holidays), a futon, bookcase, printer, laundry basket and salt and pepper grinders. It’s an odd experience to see people’s lives and possessions laid outside on the pavement. As Darren remarked, in their proper context, possessions seem unremarkable, but laid outside on tables, they suddenly seem random and shambolic. At the second house we ran into Cass and her husband (who sold us the doll’s house). “Hmm”, I said to Darren, “their sitting room is piled high with her sister’s possessions yet they are trawling garage sales for bargains – I think they were lying”.

Afterwards we had Eggs Benedict for breakfast at a cafe next to Bronte beach, which was truly delicious. Ella morphed from wriggling, arguing monster into complete serenity once her turkish toast and home-made strawberry jam had been delivered. All was well with the world.