Stop! Hammock time

Sal and AJ are in Queensland on holiday. Therefore, man alone has done this so far today.

Up earlyish to take the dogs for a swim. Went to Rowland Reserve in Bayview, apparently among the best off-leash-stroke-swimming spots in Sydney. It was pretty good, plenty of other hounds about and an opportunity for the boys to swim in Pittwater where there have been no recent shark attacks. I still prefer Clive Park.

Anyway, took the boys home, fed and watered them and then headed into the City on foot for a morning run. Twenty km later I arrived back home, took a shower and headed out again, this time to see a movie. Going to a movie in the daytime, by yourself, is a pleasurable experience. Not sure why, but it is. I had a coffee, bownie and fruit plate before watcing Gran Torino, the latest Clint Eastwood movie, at my favourite local flic pit, the art deco Orpheum at Cremorne. Regardless of the film, the Orpeum is a nice place to be.

Grand Torino is a very good movie. A tad sentimental, a tad over the top, but darkly funny and rather poignant all the same. Quite blokey; worth a viewing. I picked up a few groceries after the movie; a few sundry items but basically a loaf of bread and a six pack of german beer - I did mention Sal is away?

I'd spoken to Sal before the movie, just briefly; she tells me AJ is smiling more each day. Sounds damn cute to me.

Back home and I cracked open a beer (Hansa half litre bottle, in case you're interested), grabbed one of the two books I have on the go (Up on the Down Escalator, Charles Leadbetter, in case you're interested) and sat myself in he hammok I recently strung from the beams under the sunroom. Rowlf and Rumpole fetched a ball for me; there I was, dangling in a hammock under the house, reading a book, drinking a beer, throwing a ball for my dogs and refleting on the Clint Eastwod movie I'd just watched.

Blokeness of the highest calibre, I think you'll agree.