Alex game at Chirnside got binned (no effing ref, apparently) so after a leisurely morning(sleeping, another migraine, eh), Tom ignored my skepticism decided his throat infection was well enough for him to meet his new best pals for pool and darts so took Alex off to meet Her and hound at Richmond St and brunch. 

Sucuk and Mediterranean breakfast and Alex bucked the trend by opting for nachos.... 

A wander via Skelf and the Meadows and onto a bus home for the usual Sunday evening of gathering uniform and tidying up homework. Fuck me, how hard is it to draw a shoe? I should stick Alex's first effort up to record how much he hates arty stuff (unless its spray painting.... funny that...?)