Mullets

Woke up with a headache. Must not drink port after wine. Ate breakfast.

Later.

Walked in to the city down Magill Road. Remembered why I don't normally. Dog turds. Pear cores. Dandelions. A rose petal that turned out to be a shred of balloon.

Met my mum. Had lunch in a new venue. The Adelaide University Staff Club. We don't look like staff, but nor did anyone else, except for some extremely old men who might have been. Had soup and so didn't qualify for the free coffee.

Went to the Lunch Hour Concert in the Elder Hall. Miwako Abe was wearing a bright pink filmy sequinned top. She played Greig, Szymanowski, Bartok. I was surprised to discover Bartok was Scottish.

Concert over.

We went shopping. My mum was looking for an orange top to brighten up something that was grey. She was looking also for some grey pants. So it didn't really matter what she got. In the end she couldn't find anything orange that didn't make her look fat, in her opinion. Or grey.

Then.

Then it was raining. I borrowed her umbrella. Walked to the Central Market. Got wet feet. Met Nostradamus who had providently turned up with the car. Bought apples, bananas, pineapple, mandarins, strawberries, brussels sprouts, zucchini, choy sum, potatoes, 4 cleaned and headed mullets.

Now.

Gotta cook the mullets. But how?