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Be all that as it may, meanwhile:
'In other news…'
04th June 2010
Friday: I dragged myself up at midday, dead tired, and did a kitchen clean up for the most bootifull wife in the world, who was visiting our recuperating friend, Meg Deeler and hubby Murrah. Despite hopes to have left for Bob's by half one, it was after two, but that's not unusual around these parts.
And how hard the sky tried to rain! It gave up eventually, but it didn't throw the towel in till almost dark. Bob was ready and keen to go swimming; Swan Aquatic was not so busy, and Bob stayed in for an unbroken stint. We finished with a walk by torchlight along the Swan at Fish Market Reserve in Guildford, the most requested spot by Bob to perambulate, before his cup of tea.
I am mightily impressed with Anne Enright's 'The Gathering', which I must now be ⅔ the way through reading.
The subtle domestic violence queen, who is determined to kill me through overfeeding and spoiling, layed on the usual banquet when I got home, and we enjoyed The Collectors together, then I settled in for a documentary on the Nanking Massacre on SBS, 'John Rabe: The Good Nazi Of Nanking', which was both grim and inspiring.
Lateline was on earlier than usual, and this bringing forward of scheduling caused me to miss one of my favourites, Ladies of Letters. Never mind. The (Leigh) Sales Graph: Some women are blessed with a foundation that permits of several mistakes – or should I say 'departures from their best' – with their appearance and has them still looking great: Ms Sales was in one of those situations tonight: loose hair hanging too close to her face, lengthening it; a jet black jacket with no underbodice, causing her beautifully whiter than white skin to overcontrast with it; as well as causing cleavage to show courtesy of the missing underbodice – which detracts from the professionalism of the role she plays as anchor of serious current affairs. If she had worn a substantial necklace, thick from high up or at least with a large and low sitting trinket if the chain was thin, the slab of black against the shock of white would likely have been acceptably softened. Nothing minimalist would quite do the job needed. There would have been other ways to cushion the shock of the black on white skin, and her décolletage region would have benefited from it. A low camisole would have put paid to that alluring but pesky cleavage. In my humbly arrogant opinion of course…
And the result nevertheless was that she looked bang-up, as this first picture bears witness:
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| Leigh Sales still looking good despite straight falling hair |
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| Leigh Sales' convex curved hairstyle wins hands down |
A quick digression: last night I was watching an Aunty documentary, and the expression 'unfathomably remote and indescribably mysterious', or some similar, was uttered, and I was suddenly frissoned that I was watching an exposé of my wife, but no, it was simply an astronomical comment about Neptune.
Back to Lateline: the long interview for the Friday night fight club was with a pair of lads who have locked horns here before, Michael Kroger and Paul Howes.
More story coming…
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