What a discovery. I’m glad that I went walkies instead of taking the tram.

Doesn’t this spell freedom?

And an old church. Not much to look at.

And bits about it.

I walked along King St. In broad daylight it’s okie. Night time is another matter. Think night clubs, gentlemen’s clubs, backpackers, brawls and drunkenness.

The accountant is really nice. He charges $300 an hour so he’ll get his underlings to help me to keep costs down.

I’m relieved. I just need to understand it all.