How to Get A (Red) Head in Marketing

Now that Nicole is Mrs Nine-to-Five we have the weekends togeva (how lovely) so on Saturday we took full advantage by me having a lie in and coffee delivered to me in bed before braving the cool morning sunshine and making toast etc.

Running a little low on supplies, we went out to the new Kelvin Grove Urban VIllage Street Market which was actually pretty good... the Kelvin Grove Urban VIllage, though somewhat pretentiosly titled, is a new, modern precinct allied to the University of Queensland campus and is - to use an overused architectural buzzword - contemporary in its clean lines with nicely designed buildings, well-appointed and amenitised.

The market had taken over a street running the length of the little suburb and had a selection of stalls selling everything from the obvious fruit and veggies to the probably equally obvious healthcare and hippy-cum-organic-beauty products to dresses and doughnuts.

A little duo called Cloud 9 banged away on a didgeridoo and bongos and drums in a sort of techno-thrum and were actually really good. I gave Eloise a couple of bucks to put in their pot and she crept up very hesitantly until the didgeridoo player said "Thankyou" it which point she ran away...

The Red Head as usual got lots of attention from passersby and what with all that plus the three bags of shopping (and an absolutely huge watermelon) we must have been there for about two and a half hours, including hot choc and coffee time.

After a nap in the afternoon, we got down to the beach for sunset, at which point the real winter chill set in, the temperate falling below 20 degrees. Brrrrr!

My new assignment for school is to do with reflections so mystified dog-walkers were treated to the spectacle of me farting around in the shallows with a wall mirror trying to capture that precious moment before the mirror got washed away. I fear disappointment beckons.

But you never know.