Poor poor Sydney. City of my birth. Today, I heard somebody quip, Better safe than Sydney. And I had to admit, Well put.
As promised (see my 3 June blog), I am far away from my troubled birthplace, in Karumba on the Gulf of Carpentaria, enjoying a road trip, reasonably but not absolutely certain that none of my stopover destinations will be subject to lock-down while I am there. Oh, they’re worried out there beyond the black stump, in woop woop. They’re worried all right. They all use QR codes whenever they go inside a pub, coffee shop, or other public venue.
What is the bush coming to? Who would ever have thought?