Hurtsbridge train home last night after some superb QVM Night Market-ing. Guy sitting across from me is well dressed, straight looking, wedding ring, 35 ish, pulls out his knitting needles and starts purl-one-plain-one.

Fuck I love this city. No-one bats an eyelid at this shit.

For now dears, I am evacuating heated city in favour of surf beach, that way. Do not disturb.