What a gorgeous day. We walked to the Vic Market and ate Indonesian food in Elizabeth Street. I, unusually, didn't like mine that much. It had a weird kind of flavour, like it wasn't fresh. Sam thought that's how it was supposed to taste.
It seemed like everyone stopped to say hello to the bulldogs and to take photos with them. One chick was practically hysterical with her baby talk voice. She was a whirlwind of yap. I couldn't help but say, when she was safely out of earshot, "What a fucken carry on." But, she said we'd made her day, so that's what's important, I guess.
Afterwards we got hot jam doughnuts in the market. The queue was long, but as the woman who joined the queue after me said, "It moves quick."
I replied to her, "How many times have you been in this queue?"
She laughed.
We walked home under a sublime blue sky and sunshine eating hot jam doughnuts. Brun and Otto padding along with us.
Sam made fried rice for dinner.
Later we ate mangoes we bought cheap at the market.
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