Eight of us on our walk today. It’s a little cooler š another jacket would be of been OK. We have, Malcolm, Dave, Andrea, Julliette, Dan, Fiona, Billy and Alby. Kirsty and Gary. Dave and Sophie. Louise and Wendy, and of course me. We gathered across the rd from Parliament House š and the Botanical Gardens predominantly. We spotted an old fellow operating a movie camera. Alby thought it was a drone controller. We paroused the QUT Art Museum collectively. Puppetry and a giant vagina plus sculptures that were black and red and done gothically. Gary challenged me. He said the gigantic vag was a huge clam but I think he is blind and unfeministic you see. He said it was just my dirty mind coincidentally. Artistically. Politically. As we entered the Botanical Gardens we got sprayed on from the sprinklers. Recycled water ticklers. A bearded Dragon š didn’t mind my close up photography. I got up too close and then he ran away from me. But that’s the closest I have ever got in photography. Billy loved š the Oriental ginger with the red and yellow plastic looking š¼ bloom. I am giving her one of mine from my balcony garden, very soon. We came to the Garden Cafe and organised our own tables because the largest one was under reservation. The manager asked us to ring before we grace them with our large presentation. We were very, very naughty for creating our own refreshment destination. Everyone launched into social media conversation. My Iced š§ coffee āļø was a next level long and tall gratefully. The best š iced chocolate I have ever had in the whole of Brisbane and is highly review worthy. It was full of icecream and whipped cream. An ice chocolate š¦ š« dream, because that is what it should be for me, because of my weight, is why. Thankyou again to Communify. V.C.S. Ā©ļø š
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