Only in Castlemaine

So there I was, innocently wandering through town yesterday afternoon, minding my own beeswax and intent on nothing much more than perusing available Christmas decorations [ because it's not as though I could probably decorate a small country - say Monaco or Lichtenstein - just with what I have here, for goodness sake ] in the scant 10 minutes afforded me until I had to collect David
and then I got totally, completely, and uncomplainingly, sidetracked.

In your average suburban environment, frantic beckoning from the owner of the local yarn shop might be taken to indicate the presence of some luscious new goodies with which she was hoping to extort even more of the dwindling bank balance

but no

this is Castlemaine after all ...
The Bush ...

Here is sidetracker #1: Brenda, local yarn shop owner par excellence and someone who is quite capable of side tracking me on a perfectly ordinary day as it is ... [wo]manfully multitasking as she measures and cuts ribbon while simultaneously cradling sidertracker #2
... oooh yes... Brenda is another goat-mummy. Meggsy is a week old Boer who had a rather rocky start in life and so she's coming to work with her surrogate Nanny until she's a little sturdier.

and I don't suppose it will surprise anyone that I was a couple of minutes late picking David up

okay, so I lied
it was 8 minutes