Melbourne day one

Melbourne is vastly colder than Perth. No news there. But how wonderful to be back here, among the gray buildings under the gray sky.
I arrived at sparrow's, took the bus to Southern Crustacean and then a train to Jewell to find Timea's amazing little love-house, complete with cat and sleeping Keir.
The first words she said were "Don't look at me, I'm wretched". It's good to be here.
It's a fantastic house, and we sat drinking coffee in the thin morning and started the talk that for us never ever finishes.

Now I'm sitting at VC's dining table, shivering my tits off, but with a warm cup of tea and getting ready to head out to breakfast and then the cup. What does one drink at breakfast? Champagne? Gin? Bloody Marys? It's all much of a muchness to me at the moment after two hours' fitful sleep on the freezing plane.

I've left the Blackcurrants alone for an inordinate amount of time, and it's a hard-to-describe happiness that when I think of Perth I think of them at 'home'.
I'm already noticing how much cheaper Melbourne is, and how much more connected - the trains are incredibly convenient...and if I scrunch my eyes almost shut, it looks like there's a sliver of watery sunshine squeezing through the clouds behind the Rialto.