Pinch, Punch first of the month.
It’s a slow morning, kind of cold and overcast and uninviting. We sit around and wonder what we’re gonna do for the day, and all options seem un appealing.
But, of course, it’s Sunday, so we clean the house, because everybody knows that Sunday is cleaning day.
Then once that’s done, Sam says do you fancy getting a haircut. I had made some comment in the last day, or so, about my hair getting long. Sam said he wasn’t that pleased with his last haircut and he felt that the bad style hadn’t even lasted so he was keen to get his haircut.
Then we wait to kind of late morning because then we can get our haircut and then eat lunch in the city before we come home, two birds one fucking stone.
Late morning, we walked the Bulldogs into the city.
Whinny pants Sam is unhappy with the way I open the front gate, nearly letting Otto out without his lead on.
Seriously, I say to him.
He looks at me.
The son has come out by then, (oh, I love my dictation, it gives me all sorts of visuals, I look around for someone’s son I can picture coming out) the sun has come out by then and it’s a nice walk.
Half an hour before midday, Brun, Otto and I are waiting outside Chemistwarehouse there’s some homeless guy on our normal seat so we’ve got nowhere to sit down. Of course, the bulldogs plop themselves down on the ground so that just leaves me standing. I consider going over and saying authoritatively, “Let’s move on, son.” But, I don’t.
A cute dark haired guy in stretch grey pants walks up Bourke Street towards us. He’s giving those pants a really good stretch.
I end up sitting on the ground with my back against a glass window next to the front doors. The dogs lie on either side of me like a couple of lions.
Sam is out really quickly. “Go, go, go,” he says. “Noone is waiting.”
I head in. The boy with the fire engine red hair cuts my hair. I ask him about the tattoo behind his ear.
He laughs. “It’s a robot,” he says.
“You’d never see it,” I say.
“I see it,” he says.
I don’t know how, it is right behind his ear.
“It was something I did when I was young.”
“Would you do it again,” I ask?
He laughs, but doesn’t answer.
I decide that perhaps I’d said enough at that point.
12:12pm. I’m out of the hairdresser hair done. It always feels nice to have a haircut.
We’re just walk up Bourke Street a bit and eat Thai. I have TomYum, Sam had pork noodle soup.
12:40pm. We’re heading home.
“Here grab Brun for a minute.” I drink the last of the water off our lunch table.
The sun is shining. We walk up Bourke Street. We walk through the park. We walk through East Melbourne.
We see for ourselves that the East Melbourne side of the centre, grassy median strip of Victoria Parade is manicured, while the Fitzroy side of it is neglected. It is true.
“What the hell is Fitzroy Council doing?” we say to each other.
1pm. We stop on the cnr Gertrude Street & Brunswick Street while the pooches drinking out of the new water bowl in the recently remodelled seating area.
We stop and drink water at Bailey & Nelson, their water bowl is becoming a dog hangout, there was a black standard poodle already there. Too princess, I think.
Not all that long after 1pm, we’re home.
We do screens for the rest of the day lying on the couch. I reckon I’d done my exercise for the day, so you know, good job.
I have to say that my doctor says exercising once a day and then being inactive for the rest of the day, isn’t really that good. He says you have to keep active all day.
How long since I have been to the gym? Oh, I have lost count. Sam keeps bringing it up, but he isn’t bringing it up because of my health, he is bringing it up because of the cost.
“If you are not going, cancel the payment.”
“I’m going to go.”
“When?”
I chose to stop answering at that point.
I have to go into the office tomorrow. It has been requested of me. I have no choice. Kill me now.
Hopefully the world ends before the morning.
