Interstate Two

And I caught up with my friend, J., who was in town for a meeting, or something - I wasn't really listening beyond, "Meet you for lunch at the Swan Brewery."

She told me that her dad's untidy ways have become extreme. He has calendars on the fridge going back to 1997. She walked in the house and said, "Gee, Dad, I love what you've done with the place."

That's when they had their first argument.

I was telling Ern & Bez, knowing how much Bez would sympathise. She rolled her eyes. Ern said, "That sounds like my kind of fella!"