I was at work when Tradie Brother rang. I don't answer the phone at work. I will call him back later. I am sure it is not urgent. Later when I checked my phone he had rang three times. It must have been urgent. It was. He wanted to call in and say hi. Eventually he called on the home phone and I answered. He was in Richmond having seen some soccer with his son, aka, Dreaded Nephew.
Dreaded Nephew alternates between living and tending his vegetables in the swamps of Langwarrin and his North Carlton garret. His dad had parked his car at the North Carlton garret and they had gone off to see the soccer. They then went to a pub in Richmond for some nosh and drinks and then came to the Highrise via a Dorcas Street bottleshop I had advised them about. Tradie Brother was most impressed with the low floor trams and their smoothness. Not my experience.
The four of us had a nice chat and a laugh, but I cut them short with telling them what time I had to get up to go to work. They left at a reasonable hour to go back to Dreaded Nephew's Carlton garret, but something got lost along the way as Dreaded Newphew posted on Faceboook the next day, The Old Man was kicked out of Exford Hotel.
Ah, that is a hotel I know. Clearly they did not go straight home from the Highrise to Dreaded Nephew's Carlton garret but stopped off in the city. I am just not going to ask why he was kicked out a city hotel.