Today I'm in one of those obnoxious sort of moods where you're bored but don't want to do anything.
I'm very tired, but I've had too much caffeine to sleep. Besides, I'm tired because I've been beating my body clock into submission all week, and my body clock is naturally rebellious. The concept of a 24 hour day is completely foreign to my metabolism, which swings somewhere between 28 and 20 hour rhythms. This morning I woke at 6, got back to sleep at 6:45 then got woken by the alarm at 7. It was nearing midnight when I nodded off. Anyway, we had plans for the morning: a ride to the Newfarm Farmer's Market for breakfast and a little shopping. We got to the market at 8am and it was already populated by 3 times more than a reasonable amount of people. Also, people with little shopping carts need kicking repeatedly until they learn to to leave their carts sticking into the stream of traffic when they come to a stop. And that stopping to have a chat with 3 of your mates in the middle of the walkway is a really mean thing to do, especially when none of you have bothered to get your carts out of the way. Next time I'm wearing steel-caps.
Anyway, we eventually got breakfast, after feeding the muffins we first bought to the birds. I had poffertjes and a very good pastie, while Alex had a German hotdog of some description. Oh, and coffee! We bought some lovely-looking radishes, kipfler potatos, swiss-brown mushrooms, Lancashire sausages, a pork pie and a delicious-looking loaf of rye bread with caramelised onion and caraway. There wasn't any change left from $50 after that. So much for farmer-direct discounts! A little after 9 we'd had more than enough of the crowds and went on our way. In future I'll remember to get there by 7.
The ride back home was eventful. As well as nearly being taken out by a flung-open car door (abuse-inducingly nearly, though I didn't hurl any it was deserved) I found some old tram-tracks in Teneriffe to catch my wheels in and spotted lots of rather photogenics things but I couldn't be bothered stopping and pulling out the camera. I know, I know, but I'm feeling very photographically de-motivated lately. It's partly the pain of post-processing with my computer problems, partly getting frustrated with the limitations of my camera and largely laziness. Anyway, I eventually did take some shots because there was a cruise ship in harbour at Hamilton (and a veritable sea of people waiting to board her). So here you go: The Pacific Star (a little worse for wear).
After that we stopped for more coffee and cake closer to home, then I failed a blood test - no matter where she stuck the damn needle not a drop would come out. *sigh* Now I have to go all the way to Kedron tomorrow for another attempt. Boo, hiss, etc.