Haircuts, for the new year. Get 2026 off to a, well, I guess, it would be, neat start, huh.
So we walked into town with the (4 legged) guys. It wasn't so busy, so that didn't take very long. Both the walk and the cuts.
We ate Indonesian in a place that Sam had just read about in LaTrobe Street, it was nothing special.
It was a lovely day, though.
I was really feeling exhausted by the time we walked home again.
So, then I slept all afternoon on the couch with the sun streaming in the lounge room window, waking just in time for the 6pm news letting the world misery back into our lives.
Erg! I guess now we might get endless Venezuelan protests on our streets, let's hope not. The middle eastern manage to export their hate to all corners of the world, in the last couple of years, let's hope the South American's don't do the same thing.
Anyway...
We watched the rest of And Just Like That. When we started watching it, I messaged David about how bad the scripts were, and he essentially said, 'buckle in, the writing only gets worse.' I thought it got better as the series went on, but it's been cancelled now so what does it matter.
I'll miss Carrie Bradshaw's fabulous fashion, I'm not ashamed to admit it.




