Morning TT

The social committee of my apartment block was holding a cancer fundraising morning tea before their normal Tuesday lunch, also an opportunity to bid farewell to one of the original residents, who at the age of 95 is moving on to a retirement village. Actually, most of the social committee are of the same cohort, people who moved in 20 years ago, downsizing for retirement, but are now starting to get a bit frail. Bill’s been a real mainstay, the inaugural editor of the apartment newsletter I inherited (and then disinherited when I got really sick in January) and the MC of Anzac Day and Remembrance Day events.

Bill’s joke of the day - since moving to Goodwin, he’s started getting really unfit. He can’t find where his daughters packed the wooden block he usually puts on the floor, so he can no longer say he’s been around the block a couple of times today! I think you get the flavour of the newsletter, which was intended as an alternative voice to the Executive Committee, although it was muffled pretty quickly when he included an article about the faulty fountain  since it was considered this might be detrimental to property values. 

This is the view of the podium from our apartment - I’m the only member of the family who joins in (occasionally), and it’s always fun when I do. Especially now I’m not writing the newsletter and don’t have to fend off suggestions for articles (usually rants about how the renters should lift their game).

Just added a tag #flatnotes for anything to do with apartment living, from interesting post-it notes in lifts to idiosyncratic touches in common areas to whatever you like. Thanks SeriousFrolic for the idea!