Slept in. Bit of a novelty. Pack and checkout consequently somewhat rushed.
Walked down to Spencer St. Stopped at 711 to charge the Myki card. The operator indicated that they did not have the capability to do day tickets and directed me to the public transport hub in Spencer St Station. They, like me, were perplexed but applied the $10.70 to each card as was expected.
Train 96 to St Kilda beach.
Coffee and a Ham Cheese Tomato Croissant. The coffee was good but the croissant was only fair. Phoebe had a salad sandwich that was all wet and soggy so she returned it and they made her a new one. I think this part of the street is basically cakes.
A leg - confirmed by graveyard suspicion.
Frank assumes his usual position.
It's all about Phoebe
Another less than successful internment.
Frank the mexican drug lord. ha ha.
With the delay notifications from Qantas,
We sat here in the sun and ordered whisky.
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