Showing posts with label Mt Macedon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mt Macedon. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 267


 “I'm going to call my mate in the Police now,” said Michael. “Is that OK?”
Luigi nodded. Cody didn't speak.
“Hey, Colin—Sorry to call so early in the morning—Yeah I can hear Julia yelling in the background—What's wrong with her?—That's no good. Something I've got to look forward to. Mate, I've got somebody here who needs to talk to you urgently.—Yeah.—Yeah, it's important, very important—I mean it Colin, ya drongo.—In fifteen?—Yeah. I'll see you there.”
He snapped his phone closed and said, “OK, we'll meet him at the police station in fifteen minutes. He's just dealing with his daughter Julia who's been sick all night. So he's helping his wife with the kids and stuff.”
Luigi was still sitting next to Cody. Cody slumped even further and Luigi squeezed his hand.
“Hey, Coads, it'll be OK. I'll be with you.” He looked at Michael.
“Yeah. I'll stay with you too. And Colin … he's a good bloke. He's not like the old policemen, who're a homophobic bunch of wankers. He won't judge you, Cody. Remember, you're the victim here, and he'll see it that way too. He's a mate of mine. He's in our footy club and cricket club and he's a top bloke, really. The problem will come, if it comes, when the detectives and the higher-ups arrive. And just in case, I'm going to involve my dad.”





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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Autumn

It's autumn here in southern Oz.  The days are warm up here in the highlands, and the nights chilly.

The trees are turning red, yellow, cherry, peach, salmon, gold, and everywhere you look there is a feast of colour.  Except of course, the gums, which don't lose their leaves like the European and North American deciduous trees.

I've added a couple of photos of the town I live in.