Sunday

Sunday, we walk into the city to have haircuts. We take the dogs, of course. I don’t really need a haircut, but Sam seems keen to have one so I do too.

It is a lovely day for a walk, the sun is shining, it is warm and fresh and a joy to be out in it.

Sam has first haircut, I wait with Bruno and Otto for the second haircut. Bruno lies down and makes himself instantly comfortable, as he always does. Otto jumps up on the seat with me and observes the people passing by. He's more restless, ah the young, he doesn't settle quite so easily.

Sam is out again way quicker than I expected, so then it was my turn. There was only one guy in front of me, so my turn came around relatively quickly. Then I was done too.

I want to JBHiFi afterwards looking for a Rolling Stones live album that I just don’t seem to be able to find. They don’t have it, but they do, of course, have their latest live album, and its track listing is relatively different to their previous live albums, so I buy that.

Then we go to David’s Master Pot for lunch in Russell Street and eat a large bowl of soup, sitting out in the street under the shade of the trees is nice.

We head home after we’ve had lunch via Melbourne Central and the second JBHiFi just to check if they have the CD I really want. We run into one of those endless Middle East problem protests, I'm still not exactly sure why they are protesting in Australia? If they are really serious about protesting about the events in the Middle East, why don't they go to Gaza, or Israel to protest.

Anyway, we take a slight detour, and we go around the back way, in a sense, to get inside Melbourne Central.

They don't have the CD I want. When I come out to meet up with Sam again, Sam decides he'd head into JBHiFi to have a look, so I wait for him while he does that.

As I am waiting, a cute 20-something Irish boy walks up to me. He directs my attention to the bottom of his shirt where he pulls out the waistband of his shorts and I see his black jocks with their thick white elastic and he says his belt is too loose and he needs to get a new hole punched in his belt and I look like just the kind of person who could help him. What, I think? Immediately, I wonder if it is a scam and that an as yet unseen, by me, accomplice will be going for my wallet any second? He is adorable and, sure, I want to look down his pants, however. I direct him to the sewing shop not far inside Melbourne Central.

I'm still shaking my head when two girls stopped to pat the Bulldogs. 

A short time later, the cute Irish boy comes back. He got a new hole punched in his belt at the sewing shop, to which I directed him. He pats the dogs, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if he is trying to pick me up, but he thanks me and heads off.

A short time after that, Sam was back.

The protest had moved on when we head for home, so we can just walk directly towards home.

We meet (neighbour) Jackson Wag just before home. "I know you can't help but have matching dogs, but the matching outfits are a bit much."

"What?"

"Look at what you are wearing?"

I look at Sam and for the first time realise, we both had on blue jeans and black t-shirts. We laugh.

Jackson says he called his pot dealer to get some 'gear' to be told his dealer has lung cancer and has shut up shop. "Dam it," says Jackson. He laughs. "Let's hope that's not a sign of what's to come for me?"

I contemplated giving him Guido's number, but didn't. Oh, I don't know, there are some things it is best to stay out of, don't you think?

Then we're home and it is feet up for the rest of the day.