Middle of the day, a lunch break forming and food toasted, there was time to visit the post office underneath the Queen Victoria Building.
From the outset it was supposed to have been a simple transaction, the purchase of an international stamp or two. Instead, on noticing the line for the philatelics, a burn fired and after ten minutes of counting, a wad of ten stamp sheets featuring the Olympic gold medallist of recent was had.
The letter to South America has to wait again.
Thursday, 2 September 2004
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