It has been a relief in some ways to not have the urgency of travel today, now that our rail ticket has expired. We have spent a quiet day, the morning catching up on administration which does mount up if left unattended.
After lunch we drove west to Melton, just ten kilometres or so away on the Western Highway. Melton is one of those places Chris spent late afternoons pounding the pavement and knocking on doors when he was selling insurance in a past life, but again, one of those places that has changed beyond recognition. It is still an unpretentious town, really an outer suburb of Melbourne even if it is surrounded by rural landscapes, and now has a population of over thirty five and a half thousand. I have to say that I was blown away with that statistic because with the business centre it has, one would think it had less than five thousand residents. We walked up and down the streets, searching for the newsagent, finally finding the one, but not our favourite newspaper, The Australian. Apparently they only order in two a day, and we were way too late for that. We wandered about the Aldis store, not having been in one for a while and came out with a Coles green-bag full of specials. We were reminded again that they do not provide bags, but do have a surcharge on all purchases by plastic card.
By the time we finished our brief exploration of the place, the rain had started and we returned home to fire off a few more emails and to read the Melbourne Age. Interesting times politically here; the media are doing their darndest to push the government leadership over the edge. We are following it closely as no doubt everyone else is here.
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