It was someone’s birthday today and a small group of us went out to have coffee and cake. Despite the renowned coffees of Australia, it was fairly mediocre coffee, and an ok cake, accessed through a miserable mall and a walk along a big road. I was a bit surprised that we went there, but it later emerged that it was next to the preferred butcher of one of the people there, and they wanted to show us the butcher, though they did not want to buy any meat and in fact had quarrelled with the butcher the last time they went there.
People are strange. But the absurdity of the butcher nipped any grumpiness in the bud.