Well, my trip to Sydney was a bit of a bust — after 2½ hours on the train, I arrived at Uni to find a picket line between me and my classroom. The university staff are on strike and all classes cancelled. I’m no scab so I didn’t cross the picket, just wished them well and went on my way.

Bumbed around Sydney for a few hours, went to the library, browsed a bookshop, got back on the train and came home. Basically a wasted day. These things happen.

Our landlords have decided they want their house back when our lease expires in July. This is less than pleasing news, as we really like this house, but hey, it’s their house. At least we have five months to get used to the idea of moving, which is more than most people get.