The Weekend

We ate lunch in Victoria Street, we walk down Saturday morning, when we get our shit together. I wanted pink soup, but when we got there at 11.30, the pink soup restaurant wasn't opening until midday. The donuts in the bakery looked plum and tasty, don't think I didn't notice.

The wood delivery guy drove past us as we walked down Victoria Street.

We went to the doctor Sam has to get his foot looked at again. He didn't ask last Saturday, when he had it looked at for the first time, what was wrong. He didn't ask this time either. (Roll of the eyes, exasperated look) The only information he got was that it was nothing to worry about. But again, he didn't ask what it was? He still doesn't know what the doctor did, as he wasn't looking, lying back on the bed.
Really?

Then we went shopping, for pork belly and a bone for the dog. And some for something green of course. Sam was cooking.


The wood delivery guy drove past us on the way home, so I called the number and ordered wood.

We watched Dangerous Liaisons.and Cat on a hot tin roof. Sam said it was a yap fest, "They never stopped talking."

Tomorrow we will have wood. Luke is coming down for a few days, and you know how those northern New South Welshmen can bang on about the cold.