Hmm, some much-needed house work. A little archaeological digging and we rediscovered the lounge room floor. A visit to the Richmond markets and we’ve convinced the fridge that we still have a use for it. Then probably the worst coffee of the year, a shockingly bad serve from a favourite café, scalded milk and weak watery coffee.
Not much else, lazed around after being up half the night watching the tour.
Oh yeah, an abomination has occurred. We borrowed the TV from Jo’s parents, since it seemed easier to watch the rest of the tour from the comfort of our own couch rather than by being sociable and visiting friends. Only problem is the reception, it is only barely recognisable as a television picture. The TV socket in the wall doesn’t seem to do much, but the cable I’m using is a hand made one, so it won’t be helping.
