|iphone snap at the Wall, Carlisle St|
This is verging terribly on falling into a pit of diary note sob stories and for that I apologise...but there's more.
To balance things out, come late PM, I dutifully shifted my rear to a perfectly woven cane seat in Armadale's toff-nosed, rustically polished, homewear-come-baby-store lined cafe strip.
|...hopscotch. These kids know how to party.|