Sunday is newspaper day. I refuse to quit my weekend routine and must have a flick through The Age (Melbourne's newspaper). Unfortunately in Queensland, this means getting the Saturday paper on Sunday...and forking out $4.80. So every page is worth it's weight in gold. In saying that, I also have a habit of destroying it by the time it's read.
Oooh what's this? You read my mind, mister paper, and gave me some things to do in Brisbane? That is so thoughtful of you! But how did you know I would be there this coming weekend! That's investigative journalism for you.
This is the golden moment in the garden as the sun peaks through the leaves.
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