Had a huge pub meal, which wasn't too bad. I ate more then usual but the sweet tooth took over and I hopped over to the bar, hoping to get a glass of cranberry juice.
What did I get for $2?
A glass of red cordial. Now, kids, haven't we learnt that cordial is bad?
Obviously this grown up kid didn't learn her lesson. The rest of the afternoon was spent burping and attempting to walk off the *zing*.
Came home and took a half hour stroll round the neighbourhood. Funny how roads and houses look different when you're simply driving past them. Tree lined streets, gravel pavements, automatic double garage doors of art deco houses and double fronted victorian heritage homes decorated with European motocars.
The pair of sports shoes and skipping rope tangled on the telephone pole although added a touch of character to the street looked slightly out of place in this well-known snobtown.
My only regret was leaving behind the music. Perhaps tomorrow.
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