It’s Saturday again.
If we were home in Sydney, the routine would look something like this- the Hungry One might wake up early and go for a surf and a coffee with some friends. I would very contentedly totter downstairs, collect the Sydney Morning Herald and make myself a pot of Earl Grey tea and take them both back up to bed.
On his return we might wander to Dank St Waterloo for lunch and do some shopping, meet some friends, spend the afternoon cooking or go out that night.
As we have no friends here, no surf to be seen and no English language newspapers, Saturdays are looking a little different. …

