7.50am I text to Guido. I figure 8am, not too desperate, nyr, so what. It is just a morning thing, anyone could have messaged at that time, you know, as you are getting ready for your day. Looking ahead.
He said he could deliver Saturday, "or you can drive out, I'm home all day."
What choice did I have? I asked Jackson Wagg if he was interested and he drove. We laughed all the way there and all the way back. Jackson Wagg sure is a wag.
Midday I was back, there done, for the rest of my time off. Sunday, isn't it? I told Sam he'd have to catch un Uber home, I was prepared.
I was re, er, energised, er, pufferoo'd, heavy eye lids, staring off into space, for the afternoon, just sit back. God's Herb. Should I mention scurrying off on a cuppla Coles runs for more juice and pastries.
The dogs are quiet.
The weather has turned cold.
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