P...s envy

Yesterday I had a little touch of the above. I had to give a urine sample at the doctor's. You girls know how it is; they give you a very small cup and tell you to go in to a cubicle and pee in it. So you cram yourself and your shopping bags into a tiny toilet and try to do your business. You're lucky if you manage to get a couple of drops into the cup, the rest goes on your shoes and on the toilet seat, etc., so you end up having to do a big clean up afterwards. That's when it would be handy to have your own little garden hose, like this little Belgian fellow, and neatly aim into the cup, and voila, done!

Let's see now, other than that, I went into the city on Monday to get away from the noise, and as I was sitting minding my own business at Circular Quay, a young Asian girl shyly approached me and asked if she could ask me some questions for a school project. I wasn't doing anything special other than reading so I agreed to it. She sat down and said calmly that it would only take an hour!?!?! What!!! I had counted on just a couple of minutes, but hey, what the heck, time is what I have a lot of, so she started.

It was all recorded dutifully on her iPhone, and I think that somewhere in South Korea they are now sitting giggling over this. She now knows more about me than anyone, I think, including hubby. You see when people ask you short questions in the present tense you let your guard down and answer and say more that you really have to. I guess you want to compensate for the brusque questioning and make them fell better or something. The questions went like this "You old? You like animals? You children? You like national monument? Which? You hobbies?", and on and on it went until her teacher came up, filmed a bit, and said that it was enough. Since I had been such a good person to interview I was rewarded with two ginseng candies!

By this time it was getting on for lunch. Since I was close to the Museum of Contemporary Art, I decided to go there. I had never been, but friends of ours from Melbourne had told me it was really nice up in the cafe on the fourth floor.

The doors in the ladies room were so pretty.
(No p...s envy here!)

Sorry about the flash (I was told off)

First I had a quick walk through the exhibition on the first floor. It was entitled Taboo and was quite shocking in many ways. I think I'll go back because it was very crowded and I couldn't read everything. Here is a picture I saw which makes you think of the horrible things that has happened in India and which probably happen as I write.

Up in the cafe it was very sunny on the terrace but there was a table in the shade for six and you could easily take away a table for two from it. So I walked up to the guy and asked if it was okay if I sat down.  He grunted something about waiting for some people, so I sat somewhere else, in the blazing sun.  Anyway, I had my meal and did some reading, and took some photos.  I was there for about an hour and a half and his imaginary friends had still not turned up. The waitress had taken his plate away since he had finished ages ago. I couldn't help myself and I know it was childish, but as I was leaving I walked past his table and said in a sickly sweet voice:"Oh, did you get stood up by your friends? That's too bad!"

Anyway, here is the view from the cafe, and I highly recommend going there.