Tiki’s mother rang at 8.20 a.m. to inform her that she, “Dad” and Wendy would be arriving at ten o’clock. Her father would then help me take some of the huge pile of rubbish to the tip, which is located at Menai.
“Dad” and I filled up his red utility and paid two dollars to dump the load. There were about thirty vehicles present and a suitably attired caterpillar tractor was busily pushing the rubbish around.
After lunch we, again, loaded the vehicle. “Mum” accompanied us this time. The number of the ticket indicated to us that one hundred and forty vehicles had entered since our first visit. During the return journey, I was driven around the settlement of Woronora so that I could be shown a house of reddish brick which, they say, is similar to the brick that they have chosen to replace the weatherboards on their own home.
Before the three departed, “Dad” fitted our new ‘Lockwood’ deadlock to the back door. Once Tiki had blow-dried my hair with her new ‘Carmen’ dryer/styler, we set out, on foot, to follow them.
We had jogged to the bottom of one hill in President Avenue, when Tiki dared me to run up the next. I was silly enough to do so, however, Tiki exhibited enough wisdom to stop a part of the way up.
At half past five I asked “Mum” if I might watch the last half an hour of A.B.C.-TV’s coverage of the qualifier, which was being played here in Sydney. Australia had not scored, whereas, Kuwait had netted twice. Although the home side did eventually manage to score, the loss means that Australia has virtually no hope of qualifying for a berth at next year’s World Cup of soccer.
“Sunday Magazine”, which was also on Channel Two, took the viewer to Rio de Janeiro whose name, in English, means ‘River of January’. We departed at half past eight, having watched “Steptoe and Son”. A brown dog followed us all of the way home from Taren Road.
We watched much of Channel Seven’s British movie, “Ooh… You Are Awful”, which emanates from 1973. It features Dick “The Dick Emery Show” Emery and Liza “Skippy” Goddard.
Tiki retired at half past ten, but I viewed the “Bing Crosby Tribute” on Channel Nine. The programme showed his last live television concert, which was held as recently as the seventeenth of August.