dear diary

It's been a while since I wrote a diary entry, and what with it being Easter, and me just being back from a couple of days away with Sal and AJ, I figure now is as good a time as any to write a "dear diary..."

We'd arranged a couple of days at DJ and Jo's place in Kiama, 100-or-so km south. The plan was to leave on Friday, after I'd walked the dogs and Sal had given AJ lunch. It was bound to pissing down with rain, as that is what happens at Easter in NSW. Friday dawned fine; the forecast was for the inevitable rain to start on Saturday. I took just Rowlf for a walk while Sal was on bub detail. I wanetd to wear the big fella out in order that I could give him a half-decent grooming before we left - something that is all but impossible when he is full of energy.

I first took him for a swim. He managed to bury his ball in the sand so comprehensively that neither he nor I could find it. So I resorterd to playing fetch with random stuff hat had washed up on the Harbour shore, must of it that he also managed to bury; that was his thing on Friday. It wasn't so much that he was aiming to bury stuff, rather he was launching himself at his toys and in doing so they ended up under the wet sand. I guess he could then neither see nor smell them and that was it.

I'd been unreliably informed that cafes, and indeed all shops, would be closed on Friday, what with people still being influenced by a dead carpenter. Yeah, I don't really get it. Luckily some heathens had decided to open and I stopped between dog swim and dog park to get a coffee. In the park I had a chat to a few random dog owners and gave Sal a call to see if she'd like a coffee, and if she'd like to meet at the bakers in Naremburn. We worke dout timings, I stayed in the park for a while and then left to rendezvous at Delicia - which was making the grand claim of having the best hot cross buns in he universe. That's a big call and one I'm not able to judge; but their buns are damn fine. As was the weather (what a link!) which I felt obliged to take a picture of, so that in years to come there will be a record of it not pissing with rain on Good Friday in Sydney. Sal chatted with a woman who had a one week old bub, I chatted to a skinny old dude with 40 marathons PLUS 9 Six Foot tracks under his belt. Wow.

At around 13:30 the dogs had half a chicken carcass each, the car was packed an we headed to Kiama.