2 November 2016
It’s been a funny sort of day. No doggo running about the house because he went off to work early with the Bearded One.
Paul took a nasty tumble when he tripped up stepping into the back yard with a bowl of rubbish for the compost. He yelped so loudly I thought he must have broken his ankle. Fortunately he was just a bit bruised and shaken but it occurred to me afterwards that I don’t know what number to dial over here for the emergency services. Well I do now, it’s an easy one to remember – 000. Hopefully I will never need to use it.
After coffee we caught the bus to the shops in search of shorts and shoes for Paul. The shoes were expensive but I think he deserves them. I just keep reminding him that my flip flops only cost a couple of euros. Lunch was sushi and beer. Afterwards, as we ran (Paul ran and I sort of did a hop and a skip) to catch the bus, I wished I hadn’t eaten so much. Bus drivers never wait until you sit down so I was staggering up the aisle of the bus desperately trying to stay upright as the bus lurched forwards.
Home again and a cup of tea in the garden. Two rainbow lorikeets landed in the tree above my head and kissed and cuddled as they sat side by side on the branch. I dashed indoors to get my camera but of course they had flown away by the time I got back. So I took a photo of Paul’s new shoes instead.
I wonder what time Buddy will get home tonight...