Saturday

Late morning we head into the city and have haircuts. Oh, it was a what-to-do kind of day and that was the best we could come up with.

It was gorgeously overcast and threatening rain all the way on the walk in.

When Sam was having his haircut, the rain did start falling gently on my head, which I love. Enough rain to notice, but not enough to encourage you to try and get under shelter and away from it. It is a certain kind of freedom.

After haircuts, we head across town to get Indian food. 

We’re walking down Little Bourke Street, and what appears to be a homeless woman pushing suitcases walks towards me. 

She looks at Brun and she says to me, “God that dog’s ugly.” 

My mind, of course reals, with answers like, and you appear to be doing so well in life, or how do you seriously think I would respond to that comment? I say nothing, it’s a free world she can say what she likes. She’s entitled to her opinion.

And I’m lucky. And she's not.

It kind of made me feel smug, in a weird kind of way. That I just didn't care what she said. I just kept walking, without missing a beat.

I buy a Tina Turner CD on the way home. Tina Turns On The Country. It is the only CD of hers I don't have. I never thought I would actually buy it. Country, nyr. But there it was, and so I did.

It was quite a nice day to be out walking, despite the grey sky.