Footy tips not too good. Only 3 out of 8. Bah. I don’t like this anymore.
On my way out to the west on Friday night, suddenly realised apart from my shoes and socks, I was entirely dressed in blue.
Spent a substantial amount of Saturday daytime lazing. And a substantial amount of Saturday nighttime feeling very very very damn seedy. I suspect vast numbers of people in surrounding suburbs heard me chucking my guts up in the night.
Sunday more lazying between doing household errands. Including washing the car. With buckets, of course. Been about six months since the last time, so apart from the marks left by the apparently diarrhoea-suffering birds in the tree above where it was parked on Friday night, it was definitely due for a wash.