We drove across the bridge to walk across the bridge - if that makes sense! - when we discovered that it was Saturday and the markets were on. With the temperature already in the thirties, we weren't only tempted by the things on sale to enter the air-conditioned village hall.
Once inside, we discovered that we hadn't brought any money - after all, bridge walks are free! - but that's no excuse when everyone knows everyone and one's credit rating is no worse than the village drunk's.
While Padma spent money (which she didn't have on her) on some nick-nacks (which we didn't need), I spent some more money (which I didn't have on me either) on two books I hadn't read before, one by Thomas Keneally, the other by Hugh Mackay, both eminent Australian writers.
My reading for the weekend is taken care of. The walking can wait.
After all, you can't walk and read at the same time.
