The dogs seem set on punishing us for going to Aussiecon. Not as cats might with deliberate intent to let you know this is not what is expected of staff, but as rather nervous dogs might... ie. by sleeping all day when we're around, and insisting on going out 3-4 times a night. That was bad enough the first time around when we had young children. At 20-30... we were better able to cope or just stupider about admitting that it left us half-brain-dead. They were like this when they came out of quarantine, so I am hoping that they will settle again. I've got a slew of work to do, none of which is easy with with a yawn where the thinking pattern ought to be. We had a merry task getting them out the study this morning when B wanted to vaccuum it - they wanted to sleep!
We had our little fair on at the showgrounds today, with B working on a stall dispensing coffee, tea and various scones, and the dreaded saveloys pink and evil. Our neighbour Alan made haste get one before they were all finished, and did not understand my shudder. I said perhaps you had to be born Australian to enjoy them. I've cheerfully adopted vegemite, and muttonbirds, and I liked Milo long before I got here. But not Saveloys. Anyway, I bought some nice looking potatoes, and a few lettuce plants to boost the supply that are up, and a rod and reel that were going fairly cheap. Talked to a bunch of people and even bought a pumpkin. Yes, me. Bought pumpkin. Unlike brussel sprouts which would in my opinion best be served with saveloys to Robert Mugabe as his daily tea, pumpkin still comes under edible as fritters or roasted. I really don't like it boiled or as soup (boiled with extra water?). Besides it was a sympathy buy. They had a mountain of them.
I also had fun telling people at the used book stall that books rotted the brain. I should know, after all.