Thursday morning, 8.30 a.m.

As I waited for the 109 he passed me, singing. Out of tune, words that didn't rhyme. But, never mind, it was cheerful.

He was wearing ill-fitting clothes that were a bit crumpled and dirty. He needed a haircut and shave and, no, he wasn't making a fashion statement.

He went up to the ATM and, while working through the process, he danced and waved his arms around, continuing to sing off-key.

"Have a good day, Miss," he said as he skipped passed me, heading east. I smiled. He said,"Thanks for the smile, Miss. I'm going to skip all the way to work!" (He was employed! I re-worked my mental sterotype) I almost laughed out loud.

Another man passed him, walking towards me. "Not long for this world, that bloke," he opined.

OMG

Does the removal of a gall bladder make such an impact on one's intelligence that one goes to the supermarket in one's slippers? Is this an indicator of things to come? I hope not.

Sunday afternoon, 6 p.m.

Walking down Victoria Street today and looking at all the carry-on, I was amused to see the polite, older Vietnamese Australians studiously ignore the loud, verbally abusive Anglo Saxon Australians heaping insults on each other. The bone of contention was grog. Surprise!