As we walked home the night was still and a lone bat hung by just one leg from the powerline. In McAulay Street was a ute with a Humphrey B Bear doll tied to the outside of the back of the cab, facing the tray. Eamonn had gone home before us. They’re a perfect match for LT and Trev.

The occasion was the christening of the Beefeater BBQ and the outdoor heater that as far as I know lacked a catchy name. I was over an hour late because I thought that the christening group was large and that they wouldn’t miss me. Actually there were five of us.

We talked about cockroaches, the cross city tunnel, parking fines, friends that we don’t spend time with any more, the avocado tree and the flight path. Lee and Shannah each left the table to spray giant brown cockroaches as they spied them on the back door step.