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Somewhat enchantingly, the construction workers building the Vogel Annexe have begun to decorate the work-in-progress with pink stuff:
Ok so it looked better to the eye, whaddya gonna do?
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Saturday night was footy-night and it was freezing out but luckily I was well-equipped with a flask of Scotch. In Bodega, with the big screen and the small crowd, it was not too unpleasant either. And as a general rule I don't tend to enjoy drinking beer when I'm cold but I'm telling you -- five or six Cooper's Stouts will wrap you up in a thermal blanket and get you where you're going; and in plenty of time, too.
Al drunkenly convinced me to blag him onto the bill at the last minute (left).
A late-evening drive-by of the Iranian Embassy was called for and duly delivered (for context: there was much braggadocio and laying-of-wagers regarding if and when a military assault on Iran would take place) and fresh loaves of bread were obtained from Hataitai Bread Shop (open 22 hours a day, dontcha know) before retiring to our respective abodes.
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Sunday morning found me legging it first up to Brooklyn for a brunching appointment, then back down to Aro Valley again via Ohiro Road and its spectacularly tall pines. Then it was all we could do to retire to the Botanic Gardens for a picnic. Highlights: the duckpond, Druid's Hill, Andrew Drummond's Listening and Viewing Device on top of Druid's Hill, and quaffing champagne, whiskey, tequila and absinthe beneath same.
At some point Harry returned home again from his travels:
Ever tried to stop a cat from roaming? Your suggestions are welcomed.
3 comments:
You can't stop him from roaming but you can find out where he goes.
cutting off harry's nuts will stop him roaming.
Harry is already sans testes; they are long gone.
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