Trip To Bunnings

Brun and I walked to Bunnings, damn home maintenance needs to be done, apparently. The sun shone. The sky was blue.

Brun mastered the escalator like a fucking champion.

I had to get a flexible hose for the bathroom hot tap. I actually replaced it kind of recently, but I managed to buy one with some kind of emergency shut off, and the stupid thing has shut off 3 times, I think it has been.

So, I chose carefully this time. Brun spread himself right out across the isle, so the tradies had to step over him, not a care. No Bunnings sausage on offer, other than what Brun may have looked up and noticed.

Not that he was looking up.

I rummaged through all the flexible hoses so I was sure not to get one with an emergency shut off, or anything of the sort.

We had a quick trip around the nursery dept, Brun pissing on the plants right in front of the cute nursery guy.

"Sorry," I said. "He thinks he is now outside."

"I think you may have to buy it, now," joke the adorable Bunnings Boy. I felt for a second that he was flirting with me, but no, I think it was just good humour.

As we landed back on the footpath ready to set off for home, I could read the look on Brun's face, 'what? You mean we have to walk all the way back too?' But with a little cajoling and we setoff back up the hill.

The sun shone, the day was perfect.

I re-watched Heated Rivalry for the afternoon. You know why I wanted to re-watch it? I kept seeing short clips on Youtube shorts and I kept think I wanted to watch more of that short clip.

I haven't fixed the bathroom sink yet.

I should have got some rust converter for the guttering, but how much can you carry home when you are walking?

At least, I now have the flexi pipe to fix the bathroom sink, whenever it feels right to do so. You don't have to rush these things.