Gym

Three good films in a row at the Randwick Ritz: Wunderschön, then the one about the bloke in Colombia in 1960 who thought his new neighbour was Hitler, and today Driving Madeleine, the most conventional. Unfortunately the only tiny thing that caught my eye was the typescript on a wall of film scripts.

A late afternoon walk around the block to get the kms up without recourse to the gym. I never go to gyms.