Monday 19th

In the name of the Senate, and by the power of the same

Be it known that this was our last full day in Melbourne, a bittersweet moment. Whether 'tis nobler in the Myers to suffer the sales, and bargains of stocks, or to bare arms against the sea of siblings...

Anyway this day in history started like any other last Monday in Melbourne, with the crew waking up at 8:30. Pierre shakes the sleep from his mind, and wonders why his head is a little sore? Then he remembered the giant glass of Hoegaarden and it all made a weird inebriated sort of sense. Two espressos later and it is off to find a little personalized number plater for the little brother, realizing that there is no shop with a number plate with Theodosian on it Pierre decides to go on to the next thing. The hero's Melbourne contact, contacts Pierre on the cell and it is arranged to meet under the clocks at Flinders st station. Giving directions to two lots of tourists on the way, hero meets his contact.

After walking aimlessly for a few minutes, the consensus is to visit Southbank and 5 minute walk later we find ourselves at the cavernous opening of the Crown casino, venturing in a kebab shop is found, and Pierre is mucho pleased. Alas! Our contact is not well! Feeling and looking faint, our hero's sidekick is taken ill. Finding the nearest taxi rank, he is bundled off back home, for some tea and panadol.

Randomly bumping into the trio of sisters for the second time that day, Pierre makes known his unquenchable quest to find something for his dearly beloved little brother. Marching on a two step beat, we can see our hero skip up the escalator up to the toy section of Myers. After fighting through the throes of Thomas the tank engine engines (for wooden playsets only!) He uncovers the blocks section.

An assets audit of the aforesaid section reveals some great toys, with massive prices to match! Then amazingly spotted out of the corner of his ample eye, fair Pierre finds a model of the Italian constabulary made by a well known firm out of Denmark. Taking the 20% off the price the dirty deed is done... dirt cheap!

Now all that remains is to visit St Francis one more time, and finish off this oh-so-sweet little vacation

Yours unless repugnant

Pierre