Last Fling with Civilisation

Wallowing in mall culture prior to Flinders Ranges & Nullarbor. Gourmet dinner & production chick catch-up with L. - "Ah the good old shoot days where we had actual budgets and drugs were for fun instead of anger management!" Her naughty puppy Ella very cute, Honey gets dried kangaroo penis as a treat. Remember not to let dog kiss me ever again.

J. reveals killer record collection & we end up with the kids & Honey all doing "stereo dancing" to Stanley Black & the Fred Silver Band (the Stilton of music cheese) while I make a stew. "Give it another hour!" "No! Hungry NOW!" We stuff ourselves with second helpings while watching poor bugger starve in his bus in "Into the Wild" and I uneasily try to laugh off the disturbing parallels to my Waggin' Trail adventure. Note: stock up on extra supplies of "Mighty Man" tinned meals.

J. & I convince ourselves we both need to go to Ikea & have Swedish meatballs, manage to make it through with only one impulse buy in the Market Hall, go home & help J. put up Expedit shelf using handy bits of wood from shed. Amazingly, J. assembles shelf using only the required tool & parts. 

Off to K.'s place tomorrow to plan the Flinders Ranges trip. Must sign off now as ice forming on keyboard.

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