An Ordinary Day

Well the lady who told me all about how the CIA were tracking her via her MYKI travelcard and bombarding her with infrared rays was unusual (though not as unusual as you might think.) I wish there was someone you could inform about such people so that they could be brought in to have their medication reassessed before they got into trouble.

Anyway after she left I had a chat with some Canadian tourists about Vancouverand some people from Cairnswho thought Melbournians were wimps about humidity. The nice Mediterranean lady with the husky voice came by and gave me a chocolate Easter bunny for my niece and nephew. This lady travels 3 hours on the train five days a week to look after her very sick sister. And they say no one cares about family anymore (mind you they’ve been saying it in every generation since the ancient Greeks.)

Later a train was cancelled (more unusual than you might expect) But the atmosphere in the waiting room remained good because of the small toddler wearing pink fairy wings who tottered around cutely offering everyone her water bottle and eliciting gooshy smiles from onlookers including yours truly. (I should keep a good humoured toddler in stock for just such moments or maybe I could organize get some sent over from the Zoo. They always seem to have an enormous number there.)