promises, promises

Yeah, when I promised to post ‘tomorrow’ with photos? Total lies, obviously. However it is now Sunday night and my mission for Sunday was: “Not to go onto the computer until after dinner” and if you knew my usual Sunday routine you would be staggered by the import of this verdict. But I persevered! I have not been on the computer all day! Until after dinner! I have been to Prahran Market (we bought chicken wings and Mr. T bought coffee beans), and I have baked afghans (yum) and a caramel ginger slice (too caramelly), and I have walked the dogs (acceptable behaviour from the dogs; usually when walked together they are like inattentive 6-year-olds hepped up on sugar), and I have fed all the aminals (including a chicken wing to the cat, who will have to get his teeth scaled for tartar unless he eats chickent wings, and despite me affirming it will be “delICious!”, he does not find it so), and I have written the longest run-on sentence known to man. So really, in the scheme of things, what do photos matter? Oh, and there were none of my hair, from memory. Sorry about that. (Not really very sorry.) Lots of the foggy Victorian scenery though. I’ll see what I can dig up.