Being Darlinghurst brats, R and I weren’t in the habit of popping over to Paddington to have a slap up dinner at one of the new pub eateries there, but it had been a frenetic couple of weeks and a bit of a TGIF treat seemed in order. Rather than go home to change after work we’d decided to rendez-vous there, and had made a reservation, to be sure of a table, should we be held up at work.
It was a beautiful meal, as promised, and we lingered over liqueur and coffee, catching up and actually having a ‘date night’, which in truth we should have done more often. Wandering home afterwards, still chattering and deeply engrossed, we became aware there’d been rain – heavy by the looks. We hadn’t heard it.
Not wishing the night to end, we decided on a nightcap out in the garden. R went to fetch that bottle of Cointreau we’d kept after my birthday party. I gathered a cloth and a couple of glasses, and headed for the back door. It wouldn’t open. Something dark was leaning up against it.
There’d been a mini-tornado at our house, and a branch of the tree had come crashing down, coming to rest at the back door. What a surprise!
R immediately set about freeing us – but of course, being inner-city dwellers we didn’t have an axe, or a chain-saw, even a tomahawk … It was a few days before we were able to completely dismember the offending limb, but you can see how big it was, from the photo I took the next day, after we’d cleared up a bit and R was out scouting for suitable equipment.
And weren’t we lucky – virtually no damage at all, and the city arborist pronounced the tree safer than before – it wouldn’t have to be removed.
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