I worked today. It was not too bad a shift, a tad slow. A lot of cute/screaming kids running around in the store, a lot funny customers today really. A really dignified older lady walked up to me and asked if we have maths books, to relearn maths. I had a good old chat with a great grandma looking at road atlases for her great grandson’s 18th (as well as a Melways). An old guy cornered me in the biography section and so I got an earful of Melbourne history and some guy called John Wren (a politician I think) and his memories of him. It was quite amusing but a tricky thing to get away. The guy was standing a tad too close for my liking also which was okay in that I could actually hear him, but not okay in that it was invading my large circumference of personal space. After about ten minutes I got away, the book he was after was not in stock.

Iain and Dawn met me after work, and they ate lunch while I visited Gloria Jeans (and I confess McDonalds for a cheeseburger) as afternoon tea. The lunch I had was extremely hurried and decidedly strange. Englishwise I think they call them a scotch egg. But I was wandering along the food court and looking in this curry shop and saw a chicken something or other. Now to entirely gross everyone out, it’s this I guess fried/croquette style thing with chicken, potato and boiled egg in the middle. I bought it on impulse, which is a strange thing for me to do, but was very impressed. It was actually really good, despite sounding so disgusting.

We managed to convince Iain to drive us both back to my place. Tried to pick up Sam on our way down, but she was in her pjamas out the back hanging up her washing, she walked down later. So we sat on the verhanda and talked and took photos and stuff. Until Dawn had to go (Dawn and Iain both yitsers).

Sam hung round home for dinner, that’s the third night in a row now. We walked Job back up the street and I came back after leaving her where she really belongs.

Explanation behind the photo of Sam with her head on the table. “Your dog’s face is in my bum” rather than, “Your dog’s bum is in my face”. Much laugher ensued. And the chicken is some random squeaky dog toy that I got in the way of.

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