Strawberries In A Salad, Who Ever Heard Of Such A Thing?

18 December – Tentatively got on the bicycle in the morning and despite feeling a bit of a twinging there was no significant pain – after syncing and caffeinating myself at 370 Pitt St (staffed by the old cow shed girls) whilst I was nicotining I noticed a young German man taking my photograph.  It turns out that Olly (an erstwhile Berlin courier) was preparing to ride to Melbourne tomorrow morning and needed a bicycle shop for some last minute bits and pieces.  Took him down to CBD but closed so brought him to Farrer to meet some of the Australian contigent.  Left him after a little work came my way – am sure he was going to be okay – a few bridge runs throughout the day, staggered work that denied a proper lunch but a few real breaks in action throughout the day meant that it wasn’t too uncomfortable.  Got a TV guide and coffee from dad and finished by bringing an incorrectly labeled wine bottle back to Redfern (very rare to be sent home with something although it wasn’t exactly the dodgy side of Redfern (where I live) but, hell, it’s better than finishing in North Sydney.  Another long delayed house meeting tonight. ... No dead bodies in this house but in Oz, hoo boy.  I don’t know if its the actual last series but the body count of major characters was pretty consistent with an end of season episode.  It’s probably a good thing that this show has ended – don’t think there’s anyone left now.