backtracking a few hours, there is a story to tell!
On the morning of the dinner we played tag with mum and dad and the little ones so all those involved in the cooking etc could get into the Central Market relatively free to do our own thing without tired little legs of nephew #3 who would so much rather do baby-ccino's with gunmmin and bubba anyway.
nephew #4 was papoosed and shared between us all (well mainly virginia and poni and aunty suzie to be honest who more than happily shared his little load!) and we embarked on 'coffee' whilst waiting for the Melbourne contingent to arrive and meet us.
Squashed in together, knees around necks and shoulders to shoulders so we could sit together around 2 coffee tables built for 2 x 2, 6 adults plus baby communed over coffees, scrambled eggs, toast, mushrooms etc and balancing shopping bags etc on laps and planning our attack onthe grocers for kale, semolina and the tricker items to be sourced. Baby was passed from laps to arms, over the table, around the table and as the next person took directions, he was moved on again...oops, there nearly went the coffee and eggs...
Virginia's landlord happened to drop past and seeing her came up for a big greeting and introduction to the troop, a chat and then and 'i'll be off' after big farewells. Then a total stranger came up to the table - the lady had been at a table a few seats away from us all. Having been watching us, the carry on, the interaction with each other, the baby and generally the others who seemed to be forming the meet and greet line (Adelaide is NOT that big!!) to the table, the lady wondered if the SA Premier was aware that a meeting of the United Nations was being held right here in the city of Adelaide and that if only this type of meeting happened more often how much better the world would be.
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