Bunnings

I have just returned from Bunnings.

Unlike the rest of the poor souls down there I took my pushie.

A nice slow ride through the back streets. I stopped for a macchiato at the Italian gelateri. I locked my bike right at the front door at Bunnings.

They, the drivers, were log jammed on the Sydney roads as usual. And the car park was full. They all looked very stressed.

Cars…I don’t like. A nice idea at the time. It saved on straw. But really?