I got back from visiting MJD in Melbourne yesterday. I managed to get a flight for not much more then the petrol would have cost. I only had to drive the three hours to Mildura Airports dodging the roos and emus but not a snigle other car on the road. It was great to catch up with Matthew, he’s a good old mate from way back. We went to the coast to gawp at boats but the weather was so wild we gave it a miss. I tried to buy some clothes but almost had a heart-attack when the nice young chap told me the price for some trousers. Instead I made do with a posh meal at Phillippes with Matthew. I liked to think we bought the tone of the place down, like that scene from the Blues Brothers.

After a 2 hour delayed flight and the three hour drive up the Silver-City Highway I felt a bit rough. A PCR test before work the next day came back covid +ve, the second time I’ve had this bloody lergy. I have spent the day on the couch feeling a bit rough. I found an old 1979 Talisman 37 which just came on the market over in Rushcutters Bay in Sydney for $65k. It won’t cure covid but it would be nice to sail away on.

Anyway, not much more to write about. My head feels like it’s been stewed.