Saturday

 Poor Pearl.  She must have known it was Saturday (because it is) and that she wasn't coming to breakfast with us, Mouse and S at Crave but she didn't kick up too big a fuss - not that we saw anyway - I must remember to ask M if she, that would be Pearl, was upset she didn't come. 

I was the first to order breakfast this morning - which is amazing because usually I am the last to order - and still looking for time (and inspiration).   But last night, something amazing happened ... I dreamt what I was going to have for breakfast - well the main ingredient anyway - scrambled eggs - and that made the whole decision thing a great deal simpler.  (In an alternate universe,  someone is wondering if that quicker decision changed the course of ... anything.   It's hard to credit that it might have been a "Sliding Doors" moment.)

But even though we left Pearl by herself for the morning,  S and I did go home and spend time with her and the other furries.  Alas,  it was not all atruism - we are off to Brisbane this evening and I wanted to be home this afternoon so I could sneak in a quick nap - just in case we are late coming back tonight.

The occasion was dinner with A and S - and to hear what they've been up to - including towing the new caravan from Melbourne over the Christmas break.   We gather it would have been a much nicer experience had S and A not contracted lurgies along the way.   Except for S's cough and A's various aches,  they were both in fine form.   We ate at Caravanserai - which is billed (I think,  but am prepared to be corrected) as "Turkish".  But therein lies the opportunity - going to "authentic" restaurants with people who are (M) - while it may be good it is, simply,  not authentic.  

S and A remembered (without reminding - pretty wonderful!) to bring M's thermos travel mug with them - and luckily we remembered that she didn't have it after we left the restaurant.   A quick trip back rescued it, and when I went in to get it,  the woman behind the counter thrust it into one hand and a bag of Turkish Delight into the other and said that we should remember to "come again soon".  

It was a good drive back and all the furries seemed pleased to see us (they were all still awake and waiting for their suppers).