We walk into the city mid morning. The Sun is shining and the sky is blue as we leave the house. We’re heading into the city to have haircuts, we take the dogs.
It is nice walking in the sun to start off, but of course, eventually, we change angles with the buildings and the city and the sun is no longer shining down on us, and the day is a bit cool.
Sam goes in and has a haircut first. I wait outside with the dogs, sitting on a seat, unfortunately, not in the son, who’s son, um, er the sun. It’s a bit cold.
People walk past in coats and scarves, boots and gloves, rugged up against the winter day, even if the sun is warm when you are in it.
A couple stop and take photos of the bulldogs, as people often do. I’m never really sure why. I wouldn’t take photos of other people’s dogs. But that’s okay, hey, it’s good that we are all different. It makes the world go around. (Despite what conservative politicians might tell you)
I’m freezing, if the truth be known. Oh well, it is good to feel all the temperatures the year has to offer. How boring would it be if it was always the same temperature. One life, please, luke warm.
Nah, not for me.
I wonder how much longer Sam is going to be?
Sam appears moments later.
We ate soup sitting outside in Russell Street with one of those outside heaters warming us. Only Melbournians would sit outside like idiots on such a cold day. The bulldogs lay on the fake grass and chewed on old chopsticks quite happily.
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