We walk into town, so I have a haircut in the city. Some how Sam and my haircuts have got out of sync, can't remember how that happened. So it was just me getting a haircut today.
The sun is shining. The sky is blue.
It’s a nice walk into town.
Midday. I get to the salon. Nobody is waiting, which is good, but no hairdresser available either.
Mindless dance music is playing.
10 minutes later. A woman walks in. "I don’t have an appointment but I was wondering if I could get a haircut." She sounded kind French. You've got to love hearing a French accent.
My haircut never takes long.
Fifteen minutes later. We’re at David King of Sichuan Stock Pot in Russell Street having soup for lunch. I have tomato based soup. Sam has pork soup base.
It’s not exactly the warmest day sitting in the shade.
Otto eats leaves.
1.11pm. We’re walking home.
The sun is still shining in a wintry kind of way.
We tell the nice girl in Bailey Nelson about Brun dying. She’s lovely. She is very sympathetic.
1:32pm. We’re home.
We spent the rest of the day on our screens on our couches.
That was it. That was the day done. Another Sunday over.
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