Sthydney here we come

I didn’t know Toto was going to Newcastle, Matt

Toto called this morning and was full of beanthz, organic, of course. Our Fluffy friend (no, not Sarah’s rabbit Dave) was in excellent form prior to a 5 hour journey in a 4wd jeep to Bombay airport tomorrow from where she is due to Sydney, where she is looking forward to salad, a trip to Manley and presumably a proper drink, although she’s apparently not missing the vodka at the moment. There, I can do it. I could easily have written “sthalad”, but I showed restraint. I mustht be mellowing with age.