And so tomorrow we're off to Ballarat at the crack of Dawn.
People will start to gossip at the amount of times I've seen Dawn's crack of late.
Yes, yes, I'm a crude poppet at times.
But fortunately Dawn doesn't mind.
Dragging the carcass of Aspie teen out of bed will be such fun (that was sarcasm if you missed it).
His Lordship has requested a visit to the art gallery in Ballarat and he was rather happy to hear that there was an Aboriginal gallery/culture centre, too.
And 17 op shops.
S-e-v-e-n-t-e-e-n of the buggers.
Yes, I'm packing the mega-large backpack with extra storage and His Nibs will be carrying a backpack of his own.
So I won't need to order that shipping container he was eyeballing.