Train going up the hill....

Off Up the Hill this afternoon ahead of a blipmeet in the Blue Mountains tomorrow, so this morning was spent running around like a headless chicken Getting Things Done.

The decapitated chook routine escalated into blind panic when I realised:
A) the downright horrible weather wasn't going to get any better; and
B) half of the rail network was down for maintenence.

A) + B) = chaos and extensive delays in getting absolutely anywhere.

I shall diplomatically gloss over the pandemonium that ensued as the result of the need to get to Central Railway Station on time.

The smell on the train was an unnerving combination of hot chips and concentrated mouse pee (although I gallantly concede, in CityRail's defence, that this may have merely been the hygienically challenged person sitting next to me).

Decidedly crisp and foggy on the train platform when I arrived.

Staying with the BigRed1977s tonight.... Coming up the steps, through their kitchen window I could see a strapping Scotsman making pizza. This was a clear indication that the day was looking up. Once through the door I shoved my freezing cold hands down his shirtfront by way of greeting, secure in the conviction that braw Scots lads are mobile hot water bottles. I'm sure deep down he appreciated the gesture of affection that it so clearly was. His Glaswegian yodelling was just a front to appease his missus. Really.

Running behind on everybody's journals etc...playing catchup in a couple of days. Unless I don't make it off the mountains - in which case you know that the missus did take exception to my appalling treatment of her excellent chef and Guardian of the Fireplace.