National day of mourning, hey? Good onya, Liz, you were a good stick.
And then what? The day before the Grand Final public holiday on Friday.
Two public holidays in a row. I don't work Thursdays and Fridays anyway so it doesn't make much a of difference to my life.
But Sam has the two days off, of course.
We can't just sit here on our arses, though, time to get out and enjoy the world.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, it is a beautiful day. We're off to St Kilda Beach to run on the sand with Bruno. Dogs are allowed off lead on all the beaches until Sept 30th, best we get going.
Must be time for a spot of lunch too, of course.
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