My Weekend, By Timothy H Train

There seems to be some confusion in the comments to my previous post over my purchasing of a musical instrument where a series of reeds were powered by a manually-operated bellows. I can't see what the problem is myself; it's a mundane incident hardly worth mentioning.
As a matter of fact, my whole weekend has been mundane. Nothing of significance has happened whatsoever. See for yourselves:

For instance, on Saturday, I went and purchased several of these:

There's nothing I like better than getting at their chewy insides. My favourites are the crusty ones, but some people disagree with me about that.

Afterwards, I went to a hamburger store:

It's run by a nice lady called Miss Muff. She makes the finest bread-and-fried-meat sandwiches around. She also has a second course in scuba-diving.
Unfortunately, I was a bit short of money, so I had to bring in one of these to trade in for my burger:

So there you go: my weekend. That's the truth of the matter: absolutely nothing of interest at all.

PS: Computer still not working. I've had to borrow my flatmates computer for internet access. This works out quite well, because he's not in Melbourne at the moment.
And maybe I did make some of this post up. Just a little bit.