Monday Morning January 16

 The high--literally--point of yesterday, Sunday, was dinner in the revolving restaurant at the top of the Sydney Tower. Joan and I went there via the 324 bus and a short walk. As the clock ticked down towards the reservation time, we became increasingly concerned that Alison and Jack would be late: but no--they arrived at just the right time, and up we went in the elevator. Wonderful meal, excellent wines, and a great, revolving view of the whole of Sydney, from Botany Bay to Manly. The bill was on the high side (much more than I have ever paid in a restaurant) but the overall experience made it worthwhile. Supposedly, it was to celebrate my birthday, but I shied away from that aspect, as it seems like tempting Providence to celebrate a birthday before you have actually reached it.

And with our trip home, luck was on our side: a 311 arrived at the bus stop at the same time as we did, and we were home quickly, with a walk down the steps from the Loop and around the Reg Bartley Oval to Marina 2.

Alison and Jack have gone--in an Uber to the airport, to take a flight to somewhere in the north where they have an adventurous package holiday for a week on a boat.

Joan and I have just come back from a bit of shopping at Coles, where we found it impossible to get a moderate sized pack of toilet paper---we really did not need 20 rolls. Luckily, after we had finished at Coles, I went into Woolworths and found a suitable pack. (Trivial details of daily life---but much of life is made up of these trivial details.)

We have the television on, showing the Australian Open Tennis championships. 

Now I must finish my novel and find a new one from the DC Library.