Wanderings, meanderings, traipses, twists and turns, the aimless and nomadic, the errant and fancy-free, the migratory, moving and rootless ramblings of a perambulatory, peripatetic and very wayward duck, far too big for her own pond.
This is what goes for a ‘dinner roll’ in Australia.
Don’t ask me how anyone manages to eat their meal AND this humongous thing as well, cos I seriously have no idea. I mean, look at the size of that!!