Having arisen at twenty past seven, I dressed and made Tiki a cup of coffee, which she drank in bed. My back is still sore from my use of the mattock yesterday.
I bought a copy of “The Sun-Herald” from the paperboy and read it as I listened to music that ranged from 1940 to the present on 2GB. Cliff Richard has just been voted England’s top male vocal recording artist of the past twenty-five years.
At half past eleven I spoke to our neighbour through the new fence about the payment of their one hundred and eight dollars — being what we believe to be their extremely reasonable share of the costs — which he has agreed to pay before Christmas. When I asked him whether he was satisfied with the finished product he told me what his son had conveyed to me yesterday.
Upon our return from our walk about the “block”, I mowed the lawns because the weather had become quite overcast although the sun was still managing to peep through. Once I had completed this, I watched a part of the Australian P.G.A. tournament from the Yarra Yarra Golf Club, in Melbourne. Michael Cahill held a lead of two strokes after yesterday’s third round.
“Dad” arrived unexpectedly bearing the heavy wooden stepladder that over many years has become bespattered with paint. He had promised to give it to us, to keep, in time for the removal of the few fittings by next Saturday. These fixtures must have accompanied the original blind or awning that must once have existed above our bedroom window.
Tiki chose to go to bed. She is feeling the effects of her forthcoming menstruation. I continued to watch the golf until half past three when I turned to Channel Nine to watch the film, “Land Of The Pharaohs”, from 1955. It features the English pairing of Jack Hawkins and Joan Collins. I remember being taken to see it at the drive-in by the family of three, with whom I was essentially obligated to board, during the first half of 1959. That night, the conclusion to the film caused me to experience a nightmare so traumatic that the lady of the house had me sleep in the conjugal bed, much to her husband’s disgust.
The tiro, Michael Cahill, won the Australian P.G.A. by four strokes from another novice in Queenslander, Mike Ferguson. Mike Cahill’s total for the four rounds represented ten strokes under par.
I left at half past six to walk the reverse and slightly more demanding circuit by way of Miranda and Gymea and, at half past seven settled down to watch this evening’s issue of the perennial dramatic police series, “Hawaii Five-O”. Ricardo Montalban is cast as a racing driver and Diana Muldaur, as his fiancee.
At half past eight on Channel Ten, the film, “Two People”, from 1973, has Peter Fonda cast as a deserter from the Vietnamese War, who meets a fashion model in Morocco. The model is played by Lindsay “The Bionic Woman” Wagner.
The press-button ‘Touchfone’ telephone, is now available in Australia. It costs fifty dollars to have it installed and twenty-four more dollars per annum to rent.