We did a good turn today, taking old towels and a couple of picnic blankets to the Gracie Street Lost Dogs Home. R agreed that we hadn't used the picnic blankets for years and that if he sat down on one on the ground, he would not be able to get up without help.
Quelle horreur, I had to drive through the city and into unfamiliar northern suburbs. My thoughts of taking the tram and train as I have in the past was killed by the volume of old stuffs. For our good turn, I was pulled up by the police, before noon, breathalysed and my driving licence checked. The cop was polite and friendly and I really don't have a problem with being pulled up, but was I targeted? As R said, there were other cars who could have been pulled over. Why us? Are two older men in an average five year old car suspicious? Maybe, but I can't think why. Is it like Border Control in Ireland where being seen by your average person being proactive is a good thing to make the public feel safe?
There was almost a parking incident at the Lost Dog's Home where I and another driver travelling in opposite directions both saw a vacant parking space at the same time and we put on our indicators at the same time. I pulled in as I thought I had a little more right as the space was on my side of the road. It was a hard call really. I think he was a bit cross.
After leaving I managed to find a tram line and so I knew where I was. We had a very nice lunch in Errol Street, North Melbourne.
Ah, I didn't mention that I had to be at the Alfred Hospital by 8:30 this morning. In the fullness of time, but I won't be dying any time soon.