I really am living in the wrong era. If the equivalent to Mr Jordan for arrivals, not departures, could check his records and shift me to the appropriate century, I'd be grateful. Or even decade.

Technology. Isn't it supposed to make one’s life easier? I think it is simply compelling evidence the divinities have a sense of humour.

I decide to head down to the family beach shack in northern NSW. Need to get my nephew to do the permit as otherwise, the pumpkin that runs our State will not let me back across the border – 30,000 jammed together to protest is fine but a bloke, solo, in his car going from one place to the other without bothering anyone or even talking to anyone, and I need paperwork. George Orwell, come on down.

Anyway, plan on being here for a week. Supposed to do a zoom review with…