Thu plan: Chores; 1024 train to Sydney; research and the like en route, perhaps leading to writing; 1300 lunch with a co-conspirator; errands; evening TBA but I have a task list with too many things on it. Once more I am remaining in Sydney for a couple of days.
Getting the show on the road. Or track. Then rails.
Dear Guy the Taxi Driver, don’t set the app to say you’ve arrived because I can see you on the map.
We’re currently descending through Blaxland. Mask-wearers are very much in the minority on this train. Maybe 10 or 15%. This may improve once we cross the Nepean.
I forgot to check on the Western Sydney Uni kangaroos. Sad panda.
Now there’s an old man sitting in the seat in front of me, no mask, coughing like a horse with bronchitis. Wonderful.
The Coughing Man has left the train.
Arriving at Sydney Central station. Still only 10 to 15% of passengers wearing masks. Even then railway staff mask figure is only about 20%. Very disappointing, @TrainsInfo. (I know it’s not compulsory, so no need to reply.)
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