Wet Saturday

It rained for most of the day. It was a stay in doors kind of day. I'd not have ventured out at all, but that's not Sam's thinking.

I set alight the mountain of burnable detritus that had built up in the fire place over the summer, throwing on a whole bunch of wet sticks I collected from our wet back yard, and we had our first fire for the year. (Do we normally have open fires in April? It seems a little early, but I don't know, I can't remember now)

Of course, as soon as I'd lit the fire, the sun came out. Sorry Greta.

I lazed around watching car YouTubers, my favourite English Ben, and generating AL images for the big edit of my old blogs.

The rain eventually stopped in the afternoon and we took the dogs for a walk.

The rain had stopped, clearly, the son is really warm, (oh, my dictation) now we all like a warm son, but the sun is really warm when it’s shining on you

We see the nuns coming back from their other house, around the corner,

“Hello.”

"Hello."

One of the nuns has a real soft spot for Brun. She always says hello to him personally.

"'ello, Brun."

We walked through the commission flats grounds to Brunswick Street, across the grass, under the lovely trees. 

What is the Labor party thinking selling off this open land to private property developers. It's almost enough of a reason to vote that rat-faced, whinny little bitch Jess Wilson into power.

We walked down Brunswick Street looking for sweeties. Something sweet for us to have with afternoon tea. There were lots of people around. 

We went to the A1 bakery, but they seemed to be short on for sweeties, so we kept walking. We decide on the Italian cake shop in Smith Street, when we couldn't find anything in Brunswick Street.

We cut through the side street. We walk up Smith Street, heading for the Italian cake shop, but then we decided we didn’t need any Italian cakes, if I was going to make banana cake.

I have black bananas in the fruit bowl.

I always laugh when I think of my chef mate, Sebastian, and bananas for a banana cake.

"Oh yes, and what other rotten fruit do you eat?"

I get bananas from Woolworths Metro to make a banana cake. 

Sam said I should take a banana from the ‘Free for Kids,’ banana bin. I look at him. He motions with his head to do it.

We’re stopped in Smith Street by a woman who said she had a British bulldog but it was much smaller than our guys.

What could we say? You got a dud? Ha, ha, chuckle. She was nice, though/

We’re at Hinoki Japanese pantry, getting food for future dinners, but since we didn't bring a grocery bag we get a box, which becomes have in my arms pretty quickly.

The sun is shining, a breeze is blowing

3.15pm. We’re home.

I made a banana cake.

We made tea and ate banana cake and drank tea.

We ate sushi for dinner.