None (I’ve never met my father either.)
Birthday: 2 nd July
Star Sign: Cancer — not that I believe .
Favourite Band: Too hard — Muse, Good Charlotte, AC/DC .
Favourite Sport: Cricket, anything with wheels .
Favourite Meal: A steak at the Breakky Creek Hotel in Brisbane. Or home caught and cooked crab .
Least Favourite Meal: Army trifle. A mash-up of the previous seven days of desserts, smothered in custard made from some long-life powder. Technicolour nightmare. Yuk .
Bucket List #1: Visit the Lost City of the Incas in South America .
Ok, now it’s your turn. Can’t wait for your answers. You have to give me some more questions too .
Tate
Hi Tate ,
Ken is the future of Australia! It’s great they do this sort of thing now. We never did stuff like that at school. Hope you are having a better day today — I can only imagine how much Anzac Day takes out of you, where the pain from Russell Kitchener’s loss would still be raw .
All right, here’s some trivia about me, and some more questions for you .
Siblings: Ben — deceased. Honorary sister — Carise , my cousin .
Birthday: 4 th June
Star Sign: Gemini. How can you not believe? According to Astrology websites we are going to have to learn to communicate as a key to our relationship — you are quiet and I’m quite the conversationalist and sometimes I need reigning in so you can talk (like now!)
Favourite Band: Rogue Traders. They broke up
Favourite Sport: To play — tennis. To watch — tennis. To listen to on radio — cricket .
Favourite Meal: Mexican anything .
Least Favourite Meal: Lamb’s fry and bacon. Anything offal. (Shudders)
Bucket List #1: A trip around the outback in a campervan. Dog included .
Okay, your turn:
I can’t live without my …..? (like that old TV ad, do you remember?)
Exercise: Gym or outdoors? Favourite fitness activity?
Favourite Sunday morning bakery item?
Those two things go together for me — I go for a run most Sundays then I call in at the waterfront for a chicken pie. Damn, now I want to go down to the bakery. Some days I’ll be out in the workroom and that wickedly enticing pastry aroma wafts straight off the waterfront and up the hill and before I know it, my mouth is watering worse than Whisky with a rawhide .
Looking forward to your answers. Stay safe ,
Layla .
Tate read Layla’s latest email and air-punched. June 4 th . He checked the calendar. There was plenty of time to pack the sapphires and send them. He wrote the date on the Bonsai Christmas business card, shut down the computer and with a spring in his step, headed over to the barracks.
Chapter Twelve
The wait for the big day was over. Tate inhaled the beef curry for dinner then marched over to the computer room, still forty minutes too early for his session. He paced from the noticeboard to the door as he waited for a machine to become free. Finally it was his turn. He opened his email, tapping his fingers on the desk as he waited for his inbox to load.
Dearest Tate ,
What gorgeous sapphires!!!
I waited till my birthday to open my present, like you asked, but I woke early and couldn’t wait any longer. The earrings are absolutely gorgeous. I love them! I’ve never seen sapphires this shade of blue before — they’ve got such depth. I love how they look different from every angle — wherever did you get them? Thank you so much for such a fabulous birthday present .
Love always. Stay safe ,
Layla .
PS: Day of pruning today. (In the coolest sapphire earrings in the whole world.)
He was congratulating himself on a job well done when he realised there was a second email, only minutes after the first. He clicked it open.
Tate
I’m an idiot. Here’s a photo of me wearing the coolest sapphires in the world. Sorry about the bed hair and PJs .
Cold here this morning. Whisky and I had the heater going all night .
Love
Layla
Bed hair . Tate’s heart stopped.
Layla and bed in the same sentence diverted most of the blood in
Birthday: 2 nd July
Star Sign: Cancer — not that I believe .
Favourite Band: Too hard — Muse, Good Charlotte, AC/DC .
Favourite Sport: Cricket, anything with wheels .
Favourite Meal: A steak at the Breakky Creek Hotel in Brisbane. Or home caught and cooked crab .
Least Favourite Meal: Army trifle. A mash-up of the previous seven days of desserts, smothered in custard made from some long-life powder. Technicolour nightmare. Yuk .
Bucket List #1: Visit the Lost City of the Incas in South America .
Ok, now it’s your turn. Can’t wait for your answers. You have to give me some more questions too .
Tate
Hi Tate ,
Ken is the future of Australia! It’s great they do this sort of thing now. We never did stuff like that at school. Hope you are having a better day today — I can only imagine how much Anzac Day takes out of you, where the pain from Russell Kitchener’s loss would still be raw .
All right, here’s some trivia about me, and some more questions for you .
Siblings: Ben — deceased. Honorary sister — Carise , my cousin .
Birthday: 4 th June
Star Sign: Gemini. How can you not believe? According to Astrology websites we are going to have to learn to communicate as a key to our relationship — you are quiet and I’m quite the conversationalist and sometimes I need reigning in so you can talk (like now!)
Favourite Band: Rogue Traders. They broke up
Favourite Sport: To play — tennis. To watch — tennis. To listen to on radio — cricket .
Favourite Meal: Mexican anything .
Least Favourite Meal: Lamb’s fry and bacon. Anything offal. (Shudders)
Bucket List #1: A trip around the outback in a campervan. Dog included .
Okay, your turn:
I can’t live without my …..? (like that old TV ad, do you remember?)
Exercise: Gym or outdoors? Favourite fitness activity?
Favourite Sunday morning bakery item?
Those two things go together for me — I go for a run most Sundays then I call in at the waterfront for a chicken pie. Damn, now I want to go down to the bakery. Some days I’ll be out in the workroom and that wickedly enticing pastry aroma wafts straight off the waterfront and up the hill and before I know it, my mouth is watering worse than Whisky with a rawhide .
Looking forward to your answers. Stay safe ,
Layla .
Tate read Layla’s latest email and air-punched. June 4 th . He checked the calendar. There was plenty of time to pack the sapphires and send them. He wrote the date on the Bonsai Christmas business card, shut down the computer and with a spring in his step, headed over to the barracks.
Chapter Twelve
The wait for the big day was over. Tate inhaled the beef curry for dinner then marched over to the computer room, still forty minutes too early for his session. He paced from the noticeboard to the door as he waited for a machine to become free. Finally it was his turn. He opened his email, tapping his fingers on the desk as he waited for his inbox to load.
Dearest Tate ,
What gorgeous sapphires!!!
I waited till my birthday to open my present, like you asked, but I woke early and couldn’t wait any longer. The earrings are absolutely gorgeous. I love them! I’ve never seen sapphires this shade of blue before — they’ve got such depth. I love how they look different from every angle — wherever did you get them? Thank you so much for such a fabulous birthday present .
Love always. Stay safe ,
Layla .
PS: Day of pruning today. (In the coolest sapphire earrings in the whole world.)
He was congratulating himself on a job well done when he realised there was a second email, only minutes after the first. He clicked it open.
Tate
I’m an idiot. Here’s a photo of me wearing the coolest sapphires in the world. Sorry about the bed hair and PJs .
Cold here this morning. Whisky and I had the heater going all night .
Love
Layla
Bed hair . Tate’s heart stopped.
Layla and bed in the same sentence diverted most of the blood in
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