It’s true – I have a boyfriend! Generally, it is a tenuous stretch of my uninspired imagination, but today he was there and, miraculously, in a good mood. Naturally, we walked unconvincingly around the industrial and undesirable streets of Sydney, with the Eastern suburbs clearly not providing Declan with enough stimulation after two weeks of subsisting on a different planet (Woomera).
After viewing an apartment listed for sale in Randwick out of the dire fear of our upcoming rent increase, we alighted the 370. The initial idea, of course, was Newtown. However, we got off on one of its many tangents. This bus makes Declan motion sick, the cure for which is Kopi and Kaya toast from a Malaysian cafe in what seemed like an aircraft hanger. The next hour went by in a mystifying sugar haze.As part of this sugar fugue, I learnt to drive again. After perfecting the rusty mobile a week ago, I graduated to a high end luxury vehicle. I am a fast learner.Thankfully it was exactly like Mario Kart, which expedited the process.A rather gothic kitchen shop around Redfern.
I’m surprised they even let you in the car showroom without a booking.
They must get sick of normal people spoiling the aesthetics of the cars.
The insurance for one year on any of those cars would exceed the cost of buying our current car.
Cait, maybe you could use the rusty car as a trade in.
If I sat in one I would never be able to get out unless one of the house servants assisted me in alighting from the vehicle.
The car showroom was a special one day event. We didn’t know about it prior to being on the 370 bus and seeing a queue outside a random shopfront in Alexandria. So we got off the bus at the next stop and checked it out. I believe it was a quasi charity event, to which we made a pretty dismal donation to enter.
I’m surprised they even let you in the car showroom without a booking.
They must get sick of normal people spoiling the aesthetics of the cars.
The insurance for one year on any of those cars would exceed the cost of buying our current car.
Cait, maybe you could use the rusty car as a trade in.
If I sat in one I would never be able to get out unless one of the house servants assisted me in alighting from the vehicle.
The car showroom was a special one day event. We didn’t know about it prior to being on the 370 bus and seeing a queue outside a random shopfront in Alexandria. So we got off the bus at the next stop and checked it out. I believe it was a quasi charity event, to which we made a pretty dismal donation to enter.