No, no, no, yes.

So many regulations!
Today on our walks, bub and I visited two coffee roasters and an Asian supermarket. The latter was a whole different world, where everything was labelled in black aggressive slashes and lots of things were dried into obscurity. The staff were friendly, though, and pulled cheerful faces at the one in the stroller.
We had much more success at the coffee roasters. Bub and I had ourselves morning tea there to mark an occasion. She was rather smitten with the toasted banana bread. It was interesting to sit, surrounded by men, and listen to their conversations. Chat, chat, chat about property purchasing rules, changes in local government, the wild teenager's latest exploits, what the cops don't know, somebody's planned trip to Sydney next week, the game, the criteria for FairTrade, working conditions. So men are just chatterboxes around each other, I gather!!