Yesterday (Saturday), I stored up treasure in heaven for myself by doing shopping for Noel T. and delivering the Vignettes to the author. I came home after dumping Rupert and had a nap, then P. and I went to Blondie Bar for a decent dinner thence to the Potter Salon for Vov Dyland (violin) and Clemens Leske (piano) performing vignettes (no relation to the manuscript) by Elena Kats-Chernin. I figured it was time to give her another go. The verdict (except for a couple of the 14 pieces) from me: a bit pastichey, from Peter, somewhat crueller: a bit Palm Court Orchestra. Home again for news, then bed. The newspaper saga continues with a lightning strike (real lightning, not industrial action!) causing The Saturday Australian to fail yesterday, but it arrived today (Sunday) as did The Age both days, but no Saturday Paper appeared. We finished the crossword, and with the aid of my new phone to provide a code, I used MyGov to complete my tax return and quarterly Business Activity Statement both of which will yield payments from the Tax Office. We had salmon patties (acquired yesterday) for lunch, and now for a nap. P. made leftover roast chook for dinner, then we watched Spooky Music and The Cry, before which was a very boring new series whose name I can't remember because NOTHING about it was memorable.