Today, la famiglia Trivialista-Seriousimo did something it rarely does.
We embarked on the Spit to Manly walk, a legend among Harbour City trots.
It afforded outrageously beautiful vistas.
We also met some locals.
La could have been feeling paranoid from exposure to all that fresh air, but do you think he’s giving me a dirty look? I was guilty of thinking he’d make nice pair of summer sandals and a clutch, but only for a second or two. Then I remembered he’s one of the Gods’s Own Creatures.
Seriousimo was eyeing off these harbourside palazzos. Sure, he’d fancy the peace and quiet, but he’d need a stack of paperweights to ensure his legal briefs didn’t flutter off through the heads.
Then, some way before our destination, it all got a bit too much. We ended up here.
We arrived at our destination and partook of one of these — well, those of us over 18, anyhow.
Not a typical Trivialista tipple, but a well-deserved one on this occasion.
Hope your Sunday involved sunshine — and some form of chilled refreshment.