Every time I go out I wish I hadn't. Long-haul flights are a definite NEVER AGAIN, and train trips and even walking in the city are a nightmare. The constant noises from mobiles, people talking very loudly on them or playing noisy, stupid games nearly drive me mad. Not to mention general bad behaviour, like putting feet on seats. And the train announcements - every two seconds!! Keeping left on foothpaths seems to be a thing of the past. I stick with determination to my side and bang with my handbag - very deliberately and heavily - all those who don't move over! I've even thought of putting poking-out pins in my bag, but Philip tells me I'll get arrested!
In fact, I leave the house less and less frequently these days. Yesterday I ventured into the city to have a look at Barangaroo, the new casino being built and the new reserve offered to the public in consolation.
If you look closely at the top photo, you'll see a row of terraced houses above the high wall. This is public housing, which the government wants to sell off, in spite of meeting a lot of resistance.
In fact, I leave the house less and less frequently these days. Yesterday I ventured into the city to have a look at Barangaroo, the new casino being built and the new reserve offered to the public in consolation.
If you look closely at the top photo, you'll see a row of terraced houses above the high wall. This is public housing, which the government wants to sell off, in spite of meeting a lot of resistance.
