Day Four of being monarch of all I survey. Before Padma left, she told me to stay active, so I romped up to the local gym today. Confused by all those bouncy girls on different exercise machines, I asked the trainer, "I want to impress those girls. Which machine should I use?" "Try the ATM outside," he said. What an attitude!
Being already in town and knowing I was running low on milk and bread, I quickly dropped into ALDI - for the first time in years as Padma usually does all the shopping. My own shopping is limited to the local op-shop which is normally a quiet place where I love to lose myself among the bookshelves to search for hidden gems but not this morning when some dark-complexioned customer, quite surprisingly versed in German metaphysics, was yelling out to no-one in particular, "Fucking Kant!"
I was very much tempted to pick him up on his pronunciation but in the end thought better of it, and walked next door to Dan Murphy's to stock up while Padma isn't looking. As I loaded the month's supply of booze into the boot, I discovered the pool bag with her hairdryer still in it.
Still too early to return to the peace and quiet of "Riverbend", I thought I'd have some fun. Thanks for leaving your hairdryer behind, Padma!
