So, this morning Hazel and I are driving around the streets of Perth, quite aimlessly as is our weekend wont, when I hang a left off Shepherd Road into a residential backwater of Burswood that I quite like.
"Where are we going?" Haze asks, as if there's ever any rhyme or reason to our meandering cross-town forays.
"I dunno," replies I, "but isn't it nice around here? Where would you like to go?"
"Oh, just home," Hazel wet-blankets.
"So you have some chores to do, hey?"
So, back along the stop-start Canning Highway to the historic Port city we return, greet our spritely ginger puss at the front door, and shuffle into the hallway.
"See you later," Hazel says prizing the keys from my grip. "I'm off to Bezley's for an hour or so."
"But, I thought you were gonna do chores," I doth protesths.
"Oh, I thought that was your funny way of asking if I was gonna go out," Haze chuckles.
Enjoy your drive, Hazel.