Sunday

We went out for lunch. We ate Korean. It was a glorious day, the sun shone.

We walked through the gardens, everything is starting to flower. Lovely.

There was a dog at the next table to where we were eating, and while Brun and Otto paid some passing interest to it, they didn't really pay it all that much attention.

The chick at the next table never stopped talking the whole time we were there. I reckon she was trying to sell something to her fellow lunch companions, like time share, or a financial investment scheme. Whatever, her yap yap yap was annoying in an annoying, first world kind of way. You know, not really that important, but the constant hum that never let up.

We got gelato after lunch for the walk home.

We came home and fell asleep on the couch for a few hours.

When we woke up, we ate tiramisu and drank terrible lychee drink, you know, as you do.

The sun set in the late afternoon, kind of like a matt finish glow filling the world outside.

I listened to Van Morrison, his first album, Blowin' Your Mind!. It's a cool album. I've been listening to vintage music lately. Old Rolling Stones and Queen.

Sam had a bad back. He took lots of pain killers and complained a lot.

Oh, what a lazy fucking weekend, blissfully so. Nothing like lazy relaxing to regenerate the soul.