Sunday ...

... began at sparrows' fart for breakfast with friends at Echo on the Marina Cafe at Roseville. Which was very nice and we saw a tiny fluffy white dog that was smaller than Ping! It was sooo wee (and quite yappy) - Mr Brown & I thought about what Ping would do if she met said puppy and decided she would chase it around, beat it up and then, perhaps, eat it.
Then we popped home (to use the nice clean un-public loos) and to get a phone message from my brother, "I'm getting on the plane, I'll get a taxi from the airport, see you this afternoon". That was it, no times, nothing useful. (We were kind of expecting him to stay for a few days, but somehow thought the arrival would be sometime toward the end of the month - oops.)
So we went into town to see, what we believed was, the Pirates exhibition at the Maritime Museum. It turned out to be a children's activity thing, not for grownups at all, bummer. Mr Brown was most disappointed so I decided to cheer him up with ICE-CREAM! I remembered the Lindt Cafe people had opened up an outlet at Cockle Bay, so we wandered over there to eat very expensive (but most delicious) chocolate ice-cream and drool on the glass counter tops. I glanced at the bill and saw there was a service charge aka Sunday surcharge. We discussed whether, given the new IR laws, the wait staff actually got overtime for working Sunday (like you did in the old days, and how the Sunday surcharge was justified) and decided it was not very likely. Mr Brown told me this was a "super-ordinary profit" and started rambling on about Qantas and petrol surcharges and other stuff I didn't hear because I'd put ice-cream in my ears to prevent it!
And then we came home, found my brother on the doorstep, reading a Brisbane newspaper. He was pretty cool about it and now he ,and Mr Brown, have gone beer shopping at Amatos, where they have a very fine selection of brewed goods indeed.
Oh, and Mr Brown HATES Mika's lovely song, he gets angry and pulls faces if I sing it. AT LAST, I have my revenge for his endless singing of Campdown Races, do dah, do dah.