Australia night

Today I take the motorbike to work. The wind clears my head and the rain, miraculously, restrains itself.

On the way back I pick up a bottle of vodka to dilute the valerian tincture that Claire’s making. The other request is for ice cream - and I oblige.

Claire drinks Bendaberg, I dial up FBi on the internet radio. I reminisce briefly of my youthful hitching round Australia. Snap out of it, Sebulon!