Today was a holiday for a some, a leave day for me, but hardly worth taking the day off. Just like the last holiday, , it was cold and grey and miserable.
With much yawning we dragged ourselves out of bed in the dark in time for a quick breakfast before driving Kathy to the airport. Managed to take the right turnoff this time! We joked that it was hardly a typical morning’s drive along Citylink, seemed to be that the whole city had either gone away for the weekend or stayed in bed this morning — the roads were nearly deserted. Remembered where Virgin’s terminal was down in the freight part of the airport and managed to let her out without having to locate the mysterious short term parking area that signs referred to, but didn’t point towards.
Probably the most exciting thing we did all day was catch one of the shiny new trams along Victoria Street. The Victoria Gardens concrete monstrosity of a shopping centre is getting bigger and bigger, rather than walk past it we jumped on one of the new low-floor trams. All very quiet and modern and efficient, in some ways they don’t seem to be a part of Melbourne’s public transport system at all. Tied in well with a letter to the editor of the paper asking for the W-class trams back, but only on the tourist routes so normal people didn’t have to use them, and a couple of articles referenced off slashdot about Hong Kong’s Octopus card system.
Old band memory of the day: Fischer Z — dredged up from somewhere and played on the radio this evening. A show I don’t normally listen to but tonight the woman with the irritating giggle isn’t in the studio, so I haven’t turned it off yet.
