I Want To Go On Holidays Too

Shane went to America on Wednesday to couch surf his way along the west coast for a month. He can trade sex for accommodation, it is a recognised currency. L.A., San Francisco, Las Vegas, Palm Springs. The sun should be shinning, summer is in full blaze.

David just got home from the wondrous delights of Turkey, not to mention the wondrous, somewhat bisexual, delights of Turkish men, and the (spoiled) beauty of Cyprus, last night.

What seems to be wrong with this scenario? Yes, exactly, when do I get to go away, I hear you all chorus together. When do I get to escape the cold of winter in Melbourne?

I get to stay home to look after my ailing old mum. Lucky fucken me.

I'd like to head to the sunny shores of Laos, just to do nothing for a few weeks. That would be nice.

Sigh! I got to walk into the city to claim my medicare rebate. The wind whistled down Victoria Parade, as the sunshine tried to break the Elm Trees canopy. Trams wafted passed on their raised steel tracks, somewhat silent, sitting up in the air. With just a whir, or maybe a hiss, I watched them sway majestically at speed. The avenue is wide and it affords a nice sense of space, if no shelter from the elements. At least the grass was green. There is something majestic about a boulevard with grass and trees running down the middle separating the opposite directions of traffic. There is a feeling of safety walking up the middle with the sound of cars on either side.

I'd been to the eye specialist, for a third time.

Gotta love living in Fitzroy, though. I woke at 10.15 – I know, I know, never get anything done living those kind of hours, thanks mum – for a 10.30 appointment and I still made it on time.

Shrug. Sorry. Don't really know what's wrong was the diagnosis. Take these drops and it should settle down.

I'm so sick of my enduring eye problem, an inexplicable low-level infection that clears up with drops, but comes back when they are stopped.

I wandered back through the Fitzroy Gardens. Jacket, jumper, scarf. Ain't winter bleak.