Quiet Sunday

I have breakfast in the dining room and then go for a walk to see if I can buy the watch.  No, it’s the boy again and he still doesn’t know the price.  I have to be very careful as the area near and in the market has really bad surfaces, complete with holes.   L was telling me last night about how she fell in a hole in the footpath and hurt her leg so badly that she couldn’t walk for two weeks.

I go for a walk again later but the restaurants are closed as it’s Sunday.  Would love a nice steak like in Oz or even a meat pie, but no such luck.  It’s easy to buy sweet food, but savoury food is harder to come by, unless you like certain things.  I must admit I’m sick of chicken.  I notice Lleyton is out of the tennis.  Cinderella Man with Russell Crowe is on cable and they’re advertising Las hijas de McLeod; McLeod’s daughters.