The sixth day:

In a few minutes Lisa and I will have, for the second time today, sold our souls to Coles supermarket.
Yes, we will have traipsed up and down the streets of the tiny suburb of Maylands, thrusting the Gospel of Coles into every mailbox, planting seeds of materialism -or disgust at exorbitant prices.

You will all turn your heads and dismay that we have finally unstitched an opening in the underpants of the System and successfully begged for shelter there.

This is true, but, we have also carefully timed our departure as to coincide with a certain 'visit'.
You see, my thouroughly brewed plans for a pretty picnic at Bardon Park were pretty much dashed to pulp when, arriving home I discovered Mum had invited some specimen over for a visit.
Ah well whats done is done, and Lisa and i are outta here at 3 o'clock.
(Oops after consulting just now with the computer's clock perhaps more likely to be 3:10.)

So far today there has not been a special stomach turning incident, that I would have otherwise shared with you.
Though there was an unusual pile of activity taking place at the local Mason Lodge.

A demonic ritual I'm sure.
Ooh. Or a circumcision...