Back to Melbourne, back to variety. Those vaycay posts are far from over but, like Vegemite on toast and sunscreen on skin, I'll spread them out.
She does a special thing and trawls the encounters on newspapers and websites for particularly peculiar lonely hearts.
It restores some degree of faith in the world, and in love, to see people recording these miniature details and to see Sophie recording that. There's something enriching in knowing about the fun dip; it feels like my life has been improved by the knowledge. I suppose it has.
In the words of that talented lady: “Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I'm trying to pin a few of them down.”
You just didn't realize it. Ah my heart.