Well, not quite.
Sandra, Mike's partner, had to hang her last art display as Unley Museum curator tonight, and asked for some beserk assistance.
She got it.
Our night was devoted to hanging, taping, draping, banging, choosing, stretching, etc.
Little did we know, but at dinner that eveing, after hours of work in the museum, a new element was about to enter the realm of Tuesday night beserk � swimming.
Steve announced that he could not swim to save himself, but if the others would help him with tips and supervision, he would like to give it a go.
Watch out water world!
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