Agony Of De Feet.

Back from the all-too-brief Melbourne trip.

My feet hurt ~ I'm convinced if I pointed my sister in the direction of the West Gate Bridge & said "Go for it..." I'd get a call from Adelaide a week later asking for further directions. The girl loves(!!!) walking... & we did a lot.

A very touristy trip ~ St Kilda Pier & Acland St, Richmond factory outlets, St Patrick's Cathedral, the Rialto Tower, QVMarkets, Carlton Gardens... Missed Docklands (not really...), Brighton & the odd shopping complex... but pretty sure we covered most of those!! Also missed catching up with friends, however small children are no respecters of tight schedules ~ they have their own moment-to-moment agenda... subject to regular change.

The photographic theme for the weekend seems to have been architecture & statuary... as well as the inevitable skies.

The Virgin Blue Departure Lounge at Tullamarine is a place I never want to see again. No problem with the Arrivals one though...

"Now I Know How A Muppet Feels!"

I am male. I am over forty. I have entered the time of life where inspections of body regions I've had nought but cursory contact with will become necessary from time to time.

Here is one fellow traveller's description of his colonoscopy. Over to Dave Barry of the Miami Herald

( Not for the squeamish... but pretty darned funny )