we are family.

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sometimes I feel like my job is such an important bit of my life, and all my different friends are such important people, that I forget for a minute how great the people living under the same roof as me are. times like that call for a family date, somewhere that we know we’ll all appreciate, sometime we know everybody needs a day off.

yesterday worked out to be one of those days –  a sliver of spare time in between work and work and friends and more work. so we pulled on our biggest coats and shoes that we didn’t mind getting sandy, plugged This American Life into the car stereo and drove up to Manly beach.

first stop was a cafe – after the drive i knew i needed a coffee, any coffee, and we tripped across a little cafe that i know we’ll be heading back to, on purpose. Ora serves organic food and drinks as well as a blend called “friendly coffee” made from ground almonds, coconut oil, butter and of course coffee, that apparently contains all the nutrients of a whole meal.

IMG_9894IMG_9883 IMG_9886 IMG_9889 IMG_9887 IMG_9891 IMG_9893after a walk we were planning to head for home but made an impromptu stop for cocktails and tapas at Belgrave Cartel, a family favourite. my favourite thing about this wine bar is its old curiosity shop atmosphere, with walls covered in artwork, thousands of candles and mismatched china servings.

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we came home, watched David Attenborough and went to bed early. it was the perfect day and made waking up this monday morning many times more achievable.

x

Dora

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