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That meant packing a bag with clothing and underwear for three or four days, and we'd settled on a change of good clothes each (for the Restaurant and Club Car), along with something for the cabin. 

Whether that would do remained to be seen, as the monkey remarked while leaving the doorstep. 

With four hours until we needed to be at Central (they want you checked in by 1:55) once again, Madam's research skills came to the fore. 

She'd visited the Sydney Fish Market on an earlier visit.

She'd also found an online voucher that cut the price of a $9 day pass on the light rail to $6 (slightly more than a return ticket to Lindfield, giving us the opportunity of unlimited travel on the line without the risk of being slugged for extra expenditure. 

The tram line wasn't hard to find as we made our way to Capitol Square, and while we were waiting, I sighted the Haymarket Harry's Cafe de Wheels.  That gave me an excuse to go searching the iPod for the Fabulous Nudes tribute to the institution in a departure from the all Feat all day playlist, but one that fitted, given the subject matter. 

The Johnny Topper vocal would possibly have gone down well with Mr Hayward. Not quite Texas Rose Cafe, but not a million miles away and a neat way to fill in the waiting time.

© Ian Hughes 2017