A second trip to Sydney in one week took me to a different hotel, which made no concessions to
Russian tea drinkers. Who exactly they were catering to with their mysterious lavatory hieroglyphics, I do not wish to speculate:
Should anyone know what was being offered or why, please don't tell me. I want to forget the whole thing.
We drove back to Canberra this time and stopped off in Mittagong, where I went to boarding school many years ago. I hadn't really noticed before that Mittagong has some quite nice buildings:
Sadly, no matter how lovely a building, if its neighbours are ugly, its own loveliness is unlikely to shine through.
I was intrigued by an establishment in Mittagong that offered what I thought was just the bare minimum of what you might expect from a food provider:
I suppose much depends upon how you define 'healthy'. When combined with 'fresh', I tend to think it means, 'won't give you food poisoning', but in another sense I suppose various fast food behemoths wouldn't be able to make the claim of 'healthy' - that is, if you were looking more to the long term.
I was even more intrigued by the undertaker in Moss Vale who makes this thought-provoking claim:
What kinds of compromise are possible, I wonder, my mind boggling all the rest of the way home.
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