I Do Like to Be Beside the Seaside…

Lorne luxury hotelI should very much like to go away again. Going away is so delightful. I think while the boats are being fixed that option is off the cards, but we could always stay landlocked and go to one of the many hotels Father owns. In fact, I don’t think we’ve ever been to a hotel that Father does not own, so there’s that to consider.

I don’t really know…Daddy’s business goes right over my head, and whenever I ask he tells me to go and play with my dolls. Still, he has promised me my own holiday getaway when I turn sixteen, even though that is many years away, and I have my sights set on Lorne. The Luxury accommodation there is simply marvellous, though I don’t think our family owns anything there currently. Quite a number of my school chums have spoken about what exciting times they’ve had there, so I don’t see why not. I’ve heard the beaches are excellent for shells and rock pools, which despite Mummy’s constant warnings I simply adore exploring. Perhaps there will also be caves to venture into. Caves filled with treasure and smugglers, and a group of us from school will end up getting the smugglers arrested and we shall be the town heroes!

I’ve been reading about such things in my Edith Blighty books. Those children and their dog are always getting themselves into such exciting situations involving smugglers and lashings of ginger beer…it makes one want to jump into the books and go adventuring alongside them! Though Mummy said I shouldn’t wish such things, being a lady and such, and I should focus on my education. I’m afraid I cannot help imagining. I will own my beach apartment in Lorne, and me and my friend shall have such adventures, even if they and my friends are all imaginary. Imaginary is the best kind of thing, I think.


Business, Conveyancing and…Business

conveyancing lawyersAs anyone would know, conveyancing is transferring property from one person to another. Everyone knows that. Even Madeira probably knows it, and she’s a silly little thing who likes to chase butterflies and other silly things. Father has connections in the world of conveyancing and settlement in Melbourne, the city in which we live, and that means that it’ll be part of the empire I am to one day inherit. I simply must educate myself on all of its facets.

Thing is, there are so many facets upon which I must educate myself, since Father owns a great deal of them. Conveyancing is only one. Still, it is to do with housing, and housing is key. People need houses, even if their houses are not as big as ours. I wonder, were conveyancers involved in the purchase of Whitehall Chamber back in 1562? Was the profession as prolific then as it is now?

Certainly, there is much to learn, and now that I am eleven, my time grows short. Father prides himself on knowing every aspect of his business, which is why I have used the google to ascertain such things as the sale of land act, solicitor guidelines and regulations regarding settlement. I have made extremely little progress in my understanding of these documents, however. They seem to be written in a legal language that my law tutor, Donatello, has not yet thought fit to teach me. What, for example, is ‘deficit’? Oh, the definition is simple enough, but knowledge of definitions can only take me so far. I still struggle to apply this knowledge. Perhaps it is my inexperience? Should I ask Donatello? No, I will not! He has a loathsome habit of declaring certain knowledge beyond my ability, when in reality, I do not believe anything is so if I apply myself correctly.

Perhaps Father does not understand everything about business. After all, Melbourne’s conveyancing lawyers must study for years to gain their qualifications, and they are immersed in the industry of strange words and meanings. Yes, that must be it. A glancing knowledge is enough, and so I should not concern myself greatly. I have more important things to do, in any case…such as maths homework.

-Archibald Clancy II

Getting the Family Back on the Boat!

outboard motor repair companyI keep telling Percy he needs to take a break. Golly, we ALL need to take a little break once in a while! We haven’t been out sailing in forever, and now the weather’s getting better it’s the perfect opportunity. I’ve been trying to decide which of our yachts we should take on a sail around the coast, if I ever manage to pry Percy away from his office. The Majestica is my favourite, mostly because we had the bar installed right outside the cabins and there’s always a carrot juice available when you need one.

Oh, but that one’s gone into the shop. Something about a problem with the anchor winch. Melbourne professionals deal with all these boat details and I can never keep up. We just give them the keys and tell them to sort it out while we pick from another of our boats. No need to fill my head with all kinds of information I don’t need. Well, maybe one day if we were shipwrecked, but…we have GPS now! So I don’t even need to worry about a thing.

Well, my second-favourite is the Jillian, named after Percival’s mother. That’s a bit odd for me, because I ruly hated Jillian with a passion. Always in our business, always hovering around and dropping hints that I wasn’t good enough for the family. I suppose I got my revenge in the end, because I married into the family and she’s dead now. But Percy loved his mother, so he decked out the boat with all the modern conveniences and made is properly stately. The carrot juice just never tastes as good there, however. The WiFi is just awful.

I seem to remember us going sailing a lot more when the children were younger. Perhaps Percy just had a bit less on his plate then…whereas now I have to content myself with soaps. Perhaps I can make Melbourne’s outboard motor repair a pet project of mine, just so I can guess when my favourite boat will be ready to sail. Have a look on the Google, perhaps. But then it’d be a matter of GETTING my husband on the boat. Or out of the office at all.