Two Degrees (of Separation)

Flew to Hobart today for my cousin’s 60th. My 83 year old aunt put on a magnificent spread, catering for 30+ with a range of dietaries. Her art deco apartment is situated on a gorgeous waterfront location, next to the casino. My mother and I are quite introverted so we spent some time outside in the garden enjoying the yachts, despite the chilly temp. You can make out the reflection of the waterfront as well as the hubbub of activity inside.

Not soon after this we were lured inside, and had quite a ball, meeting new people and catching up with various cousins. The joke title is based on an anecdote someone told me about discovering her husband was connected by only two degrees of separation, and my inability to resist a Tasmanian joke (rumour has it we’re all inbred).