I live in a small community - we have a block of 4 old huge flats in the inner city of my city, and friends live in the other three. About 16 years ago the first one of us, Dr M moved in, and he has been installing friends ever since. I moved in the first time about 13 years ago, then out, then I took one of the ground floor flats over 10 years ago, and the Wookie moved in with me not long after. A few years later a girlfriend of mine moved in with Dr M as a flatmate, and then the flat above me became available and she took that - and another friend of mine, B moved in as her flat mate. B still lives there today. A few years ago the final flat was advertised and K and her daughter Rio moved in and that is our household. We don't live totally communally, although K and I are getting there, but we do live a more communal lifestyle than most. Enough so that every few months you need to go through Dr M's kitchen to reclaim your stuff!
Anyway, once a year our city has this big running event, and it goes right past our flat. So we have a bbq breakfast and watch the fit people go by. We invite friends, but it is mostly just the household. Today was that day, and we had a blast.
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| Atti attempting to join the marathon |
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| People wear costumes and run 12kms |
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| Dance party |
We also had an arts and crafts component that turned into the kids simply slathering themselves in paint. Going to take me quite a while to get Atti totally clean!
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| The race both starts and ends with a motorcycle cop! |
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| There are always some people who get pissy about the road being closed |
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