Went down the shops. Big coat collar up and baseball cap down, furtive. Got my flour, milk, eggs and butter all paid exact in cash. Tradies in sun-bleached hi-viz and chad beards, they buy six packs for din-dins and get to dilly dally beside their utes because they own the esplenade after knock off. NEETs with no job take the back streets home and hope that mean three leg dog doesnt make them run and break eggs into their flour in their backpack and that Cat in the window down the street doesnt know who the hell you are and whats your name. Should have bought more than one bag of flour, have to go back and get more when this runs out. First time in ten days I been out. Dumplings for tea.