I was up early. I make coffee first thing.
I hear the gush, gush of air above us. I go out and gaze at a bright orange and a bright yellow hot air balloon in the bright morning sky.
The magpies call from the trees.
Milo cuddles up to my left leg. He knows he has to get his love in before either of the red monsters is up.
8am. Sam was up.
I make Vegemite toast.
Sam makes coffee.
I continue generating AI images for my 2021 blog. I’m getting them done. I think I am half way through 2021. It is time consuming. I try to re-write some of my blog posts at the same time, that is even more time consuming.
10.30am. I have a shower in preparation of heading into town.
10:49am. We walk the Bulldogs into town for haircuts. Our hair, not theirs.
The sun is shining. The sky is almost totally blue, just a few clouds. It’s warm in the sun.
It is an easy walk into town. How many times have we done it? Lost count. We meet a couple of Jack Russells on the way. One of them acts aggressive, Pedro. He gets told off by his owner.
11.21am. Brun, Otto and I are standing outside the Centre as some guy is on our usual seat. It was the same last haircut. Very annoying.
Sam is getting his haircut, he’s the first one to go in, I wait for him to have his haircut then I get mine. He messages me from the salon and tells me there’s only three hairdressers on this morning and they all have women and they’re all getting colour so it could be a while.
Yay! Same story as last week when we attempted to get haircuts but abandoned the idea.
All women, could be awhile, the words I didn’t want to hear sitting here on this lovely Saturday morning, which I’d like to go and enjoy it rather than sitting and waiting in one spot.
11.23am. A guy stops and pats Brun. Otto, not so keen. Surprise, surprise.
Another guy stops just after, he has a staffy, but he had a bulldog when he was a child. I tell him that I kind of fancy a boxer. He says he fancies a boxer too
11:30am. Sam tells me he’s still waiting.
The guy sitting on our park bench – who has mysteriously transitioned into a girl. No, she was a girl all along – gets up and leaves.
So then, I’m sitting on the shady side of the street, sitting on a steel street bench, which is kind of weird to sit on to start off with because it’s cold, but I acclimatise fairly quickly, your bum is very good at acclimatising, I’ve always said that.
Lots of people stop and say hello to the Bulldogs, which is not unusual, lots of people always stop and say hello to the Bulldogs. I guess two together is infinitely more exciting than one, I suppose. They take photos.
I pass the time writing on my phone.
I look up and there’s a rather nice looking 35-year-old blonde guy standing against the front wall of chemist gazing intently at the Bulldogs. He doesn’t say anything, people often don’t. “I like to watch,” and all that. As it turns out he was waiting for his wife to come out of the convenience shop
11:39am. Otto goes and stands on Brun’s head, like he always has, since he was a puppy. Continually, as is his way.
“Oh Otto, come here, sit sit sit sit sit,” I say
11:40am. An older guy stops. ‘Fabulous dogs.”
He pats Brun
“It’s great having two,” he says as he walks away.
“Yes, it is one of the things I love,” I say. “Seeing the two of them together.”
11:41am. A guy comes and sits on the other end of the bench I’m sitting on. Oh, I – yes quite unfeasibly – hate that. He is no too much of a bother, as it turns out, he is still and silent, in fact pretty quickly I forget he is there. The dogs ignore him.
A woman walks past with a gold & white Frenchie. She asks the friendship if he wants to say hello to the Bulldogs, but he keeps walking. She laughs, because she knows I heard what she said, and says something about him being sulky this morning. Her husband is with her in a pair of pale grey track pants, and he has the most incredible arse you’ve ever seen. Talk about the cliched bubble butt.
12:03pm. Sam messages me from the salon and says that the Serious Face hairdresser has started cutting the first of the 5 men who are waiting, and then it’ll be Sam’s turn, but that still leaves the next three, not to mention any who have wandered in since he gave me the report of five waiting, who knows how many might be waiting now?
12:11pm. No matter what I do I can’t get stupid blogger out of Preview, I don’t know why? I wonder if it’s a fault with the phone application? Maybe?
12:17pm. An older lady walks past with two long hair cream Chihuahuas. It is beyond me how anyone likes those horrible rat dogs. They are hideous.
12:18pm. A tiny poodle walks past with the owner and it throws a tantrum, I’m not really sure why it’s throwing a tantrum, but it is. The owner kind of lifts it up slightly by the lead to manoeuvre away from the Bulldogs. The Bulldogs just stand there and their heads move as they watch this little poodle go past.
A lady following says, “And look at these two they’re just saying oh whatever.” She laughs. The bulldogs were.
12.20pm. Sam comes out. “Would you stop doing that typing?” He says.
I head in. One guy is just taking a seat, with Serious Face. There seems to be another guy waiting.
Ugly/Cute hairdresser is back. He has a really bad blond ’do’ which does nothing for his micro thin layer of good looks.
12:23pm. I catch sight of myself in the mirror? I have no business commenting on anyone’s looks.
Ugly/Cute guy is free, but there is still another guy waiting ahead of me. Middle-Aged looking 30 year old guy. Ugly/Cute guy directs him to his chair. He produces phots of how he’d like his hair cut.
A fat queen walks in in a grey Hawaiian shirt with cream and gold flowers and shorts.
12:31pm. It looks like I’m getting Serious Face for my haircut. Yes, the boy who never smiles.
12:32pm. A cute brown skin boy walks In. Slim. Pointy face. Cool maroon hoodie and camo shorts and runners. Cap. Beard. Hairy legs. He says, “hello boss how are you?”
She replies with something about getting another shave.
(I’d shave him)
He immediately takes out his phone and stares down at it.
12:33pm. No Serious Face has another woman’s colour going in the corner that I hadn’t noticed, which he now turns to.
Boss Lady announces she has to go to the toilet and she exits the shop.
12:39pm. Ugly/Cute guy is free. He calls me over to his chair.
He asks me how I’d like my hair. He then proceeds to cat it really short.
12:50pm. I’m done.
We go have lunch. We eat Thai food up Bourke Street a bit.
12:59 pm. A plump queen in pale blue jeans with sparkly stars all over them and a black leather jacket with stars down the arms draped over his shoulders minces by. We both practically said at the same time could you get any gayer than that?
1pm. The guys stopped with Jiggy the bulldog, who I’m sure we’ve met before. Otto plays up. Gets all Grrrrrr/bouncy.
Still in his excited mood, Otto goes for the feet of an elderly Asian food delivery guy who seems quite offended by it.
It’s funny on the odd occasion that Otto goes for people’s feet in the street, people either laugh, thinking its funny, or they get offended.
1:05pm. The lady stops at pats Brun. I wasn’t sure if she was a tranny, or just a heavy smoker.
A couple of Boston Terriers and a couple of Jack Russells come along just as we are leaving for home. We all walk up Bourke Street together.
The sun is shining. It is a gorgeous day.
Early afternoon, we’re home.
Oh hello hey hey hey hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha wow that was really cool
Sam asks Charlie about minding the dogs next Saturday night when we go to the wedding. Charlie says he is working.
Charlie is not inclined to cancel the shift when Sam asks him to.
Sam is annoyed. “I have looked after him for four years and I ask him for one favour and he can’t do it.”
2.50pm Charlie goes to work.
Sam is very cross. He reports to grandma and his sister, Charlie’s mum.
A bit later, Charlie says he can cancel the shift if Sam wants him to.
I generate AI images for my 2021 blog
Sam sleeps on the couch.
4.30pm. Sam goes to the supermarket.
5pm. Sam is back complaining he is exhausted by all the food he has to carry back from the super market for us.
We ate matcha and strawberry cake and drank tea.
7:55pm. I got to Coles again to get disposable food containers because Sam forgot to get them. Apparently, it’s my job to go and get them when he forgets something.
I ate leftover beef bulgogi for dinner. Sam ate instant noodles.
We watched Travels with Agatha with Sir David Suchet
We ate green tea ice creams
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