What good is sitting alone in your room? So asked Cabaret. When you have a bad case of couldn't-give-a stuff-itis it can be incredibly difficult to muster the energy to get up and go. But history has shown that it is always better when you make the effort. This was today. For no reason I can put my finger on, motivation has taken a holiday. Fortunately the dogs will have none of that. They decided they wanted a walk and left me with no choice to chaperone. So we went to South Bank. And South Bank delivered what it always does if not a cabaret at least a smorgasbord of activity. There were the stunt riders going through their routines and students from the Conservatorium on an orientation scavenger hunt. They had to perform a flash mob. So they were walking through the Parklands singing Tomorrow from Annie as you do. They also needed to get a photo with dogs. No prizes for guessing which dogs. And the ibis were being ibis. If you didn't know better you would think they were most interesting and even attractive birds. Then you try to eat something. At least I had the dogs to protect me. All of which improved my mood markedly. Until Tomorrow.