Fremantle
I'm sitting at my new verandah table, with a cup of coffee and the pinging sound of the bridge pile driver in the distance. I like the sound, it's as though an indefatigable giant with good rhythm is bored and banging on the railings. The weather this week is cooler, even cool enough to notice a design flaw in my new table:
The pedestal of the table is cast iron, of large dimensions, which is terrific from the point of view of stability and has the rare feature of not sliding across the floor when you push your feet against it. But it's summer, I'm not wearing shoes, and in resting my feet on the iron I'm getting cold feet.
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