When we got back to the house I realized that I had not purchased the daily paper – the Sunday Mail is always good for a read over a cup of coffee, so poodle and I walked to the local shop.
Back to the house and a bit of housework. Later I bathed the poodle. He was good and behaved well for me. He really is a good dog. Ian phoned – his car had broken down, and he was waiting for the RACQ to come and tow it. Nothing I could do.
I emptied the dishwasher, vacuumed the floors upstairs and downstairs and washed the dog bed and towels.
I listened to music this morning – first Amici, and then some James Morrison and other jazz music. I had a couple of chops for lunch and some fruit and yoghurt.
I did a bit of writing – printed out some of my m/s but the ink in the printer has run out, so I will have to get more tomorrow. I updated by BlogFeast Blog with comment about our youth and the fact that so many seem to be on a self destruct mission.
I watched television at midday – my usual Sunday fare of Landline. It is always interesting. I was particularly interested in the developments around Chinchilla west of Brisbane. Amazing things happening with the discovery of gas in the region.
I read - more of the Secret River, and late in the afternoon the poodle and I went for a long walk into Wynnum. At one point we were quietly walking along and a huge dog umped over a fence onto us in an agressive manner. I nearly freaked. I screamed at the dog. "Shooo!" and it backed off. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
Other than that it was a fairly uneventful walk.