Sam was up before me, again, to work on his programming for work, he still had the problem he is trying to solve. I woke up with a sore arm, I reckon I must have slept with it over my head for too long. I so wanted to lie on the couch all day. But, apparently, that wasn't an option.
Sam solved his problem, he was happy.
“Now we can watch porn and fool around in the kitchen with the olive oil." Dirty smile.
We headed out to Brunswick Street to eat at Marios.
Sam wanted to go riding, but I said my arm was too sore. He pushed me out the door, he's good for me like that.
We fooled around in the kitchen again, as I was making us a cup of tea, post ride.
I watched Doctor Who – the episode where David Tenant regenerates as Matt Smith, as Sam did some more programming. Sam has never watched Doctor Who before – what? I don't understand? – and he was singularly unimpressed with one doctor turning into another, even after I assured him it was a rare event.
Shane came home from Kyneton.
We headed to Tom Phat in Sydney Road for dinner. I so much prefer Sydney Road, now a days, to the tourist attraction Brunswick Street now is.
I drove Sam home. Chatted with Charlie, I hadn't seen him since he's been back in Australia.
I must tip that jug of olive oil out, which is still sitting on the kitchen bench, before Shane uses it.
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Introduced Doctor Who to my partner David's parents over Christmas. Couldn't believe there are people out there that haven't seen Doctor Who given it's long run. Especially folks over 50, from back when it was in its heyday.
I don't think they liked it. But then the Christmas specials are always a little more kooky.
I couldn't believe it either. What? I thought.
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