Ascham is a chic girls protestant private school where the wealthy send their daughters and my memory of fifty years ago is that I lost my virginity with one of their girls on Terrigal Beach. We remained good friends and later I flatted with her in Paris for a shirt time. Such was my youthful life.
The serious world of Test Cricket, with India getting its revenge in the second Test, but not without lots of recriminations and mud-slinging.
This morning I went to the Community Garden and did a bit of weeding and talking, it will eventually become a habit I hope, although I will miss next week as I am due to be in Wellington NZ for four days.
I am looking forward to seeing my friends at the Memphis and also marching in the Rainbow Parade with more friends. May as well be political over there as well!
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