I dislike Good Friday. Shops shut, nothing normal. I felt discombobulated. We caught the tram to St Kilda for brunch. I didn't even go out this afternoon. I spent the time sorting photos and fixing up my blog homepage links to my old High Riser blog, motivated by finding it can be seen on the Way Back Machine, as well as Trove.
Last night was an early dinner in town at Brunetti's with Ex Sis in Law and Little M. We escorted them to the theatre and we were exhausted but home by 7pm. They returned back here to retrieve their car and go home.
As always Little M's questions exhausted our brains.
Why can't we catch a number 1 tram back to your place?
Because it turns off before before our place.
Where does it go?
To South Melbourne and Albert Park.
You have lots of trams past your place so if one breaks down, you can get another. What if the number 1 tram breaks down? People can't get home.
There is more than one number 1 tram. I didn't encourage further conversation about how if one tram breaks down, it blocks every tram behind it.
I just heard Aunty Andrew from the tram driver (auto announcement) that we are now in the 'free tram zone'. Does this make it cheaper.
No, you've already paid for the tram trip.
That is not fair. We should now be travelling for free.
Yes dearest oldest great niece, it is not fair and just shut the fuck up.
Anyway, this Good Friday I culled all the rubbish photos and did quite a bit of cropping to feature my photos of the Grand Prix flyovers by RAAF Roulettes. I started with about 100 photos and reduced them to these.
They flew every day of the GP. Aside from Sunday, the preceding three days were cloudy, as when this photo was taken.