Really, we were just going to go to lunch at Dank Street Depot, and really, we did, and dang that bacon mash and pear-and-rocket salad were tasty, but then because we are also just that sort of magic twinkies, the day became a walk down Bourke Street, and lattes and a black-bottomed cupcake, and then, on Oxford, new shoes, and champagne truffles, and fig and pear jams, and pants that flatter the bottom. Later, in line to pay at Coles, I was (a) sad to read about Reese and Ryan’s marriage being over and (b) happy to read about Kirsten and Jake back together. It started to drizzle as we got home, but that was okay because then we were home, and there were leftovers, and Hebrew Hammer on DVD, and it was warm, and soon the house smelled of fresh, hot rice.