SOME bizarro tea I bought on Day 147 had me up and groaning for mercy all night, so it’s pretty impressive that I get dressed at 5.30am and head into Melb to have breakfast at Vic Markets. I reckon.
While I’m there I buy a passion fruit plant as a thoughtful gesture, to leave anonymously on a friend’s desk and mess with her head.
In a good way.
Keeper? Yes. Grouse sunrise on the train down, as well.
