In any case Madam wanted to give the shutter finger a workout and there were iconic structures and a magnificent waterway close to Circular Quay, so by seven-thirty we were off to Central, where Platform 17 was the ticket if we wanted to go past Town Hall and Wynyard to The Rocks by way of Circular Quay. There’s no a way of legally alighting from the train if you opt to travel straight on from Wynyard until you're across The Coat-hanger, so Circular Quay was the obvious jumping-off point.
A lengthy wander with frequent stops took us under the Coat-hanger's southern pylon, by which time Madam realized the camera battery needed a recharge as checkout time loomed, so we made our way back to Great Southern, arriving about 9:15.
With the battery in charge mode we made a few adjustments to the luggage and were downstairs checking out around 9:45 when the rush set in. With two large suitcases and the on the train hand luggage safely stowed in the Cloak Room we set out on Stage Two of Operation Time-killer.
There’s limited room in sleeper cabins, and there was no way two big suitcases were going to fit. Well, they could, but options for movement would be almost nonexistent. 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 back at Central (they ask you to be checked in by 1:55) Madam's research skills came to the fore. She'd visited the Sydney Fish Market on an earlier visit, and online exploration produced a voucher that cut the price of a $9 day pass on the light rail to $6 (just slightly more than the cost of a return ticket to Lindfield, giving us the chance of unlimited travel on the line without the risk of being slugged for extra expenditure.
The tram line wasn't hard to find, and we made our way to Capitol Square, where I sighted the Haymarket Harry's Cafe de Wheels. That gave me the chance to locate the Fabulous Nudes tribute to said institution on the iPod, a departure from the all Feat all day playlist, but one that fitted, given the subject matter. The droll vocal from Johnny Topper would probably have gone down well with Mr Hayward and band-mates. Not quite Texas Rose Cafe, but not a million miles away. The light rail trip to Lindfield and back is, as you'd expect, a mixed bag as far as the scenic side of things is concerned, but harbour-side views across the water made up for the predictable inner city along the rail line eyesores, and once we'd made our way into the Fish Markets I had no qualms about the chosen time killer, and that was before the food factor kicked in.