Guess who left the car window ajar overnight? Yup. Fortunately it didn’t rain much this morning.

On the bright side, I managed to do a bit of time-travelling on the way home today. Something like this:

16:50. Get to Flinders Street, just miss 16:49 Mordialloc train leaving.

16:52. Deftly leap aboard an Alamein train direct to Richmond, to try and beat the Mordialloc train around the loop.

16:55. Change at Richmond. Battle past hordes changing onto platform. Must be some disruption in the loop.

16:57. Get onto Dandenong train express South Yarra to Caulfield. Read book (yes, I’m still going on The Crow Road)

17:03. About the same time as I see us overtaking a Frankston train at Armadale, I get an SMS from Connex to tell me that the 16:59 train I would have caught had I not indulged in all this rigmarole, has been cancelled.

17:05. Roll into Caulfield. Change platforms. One bloke looks very pleased with himself to be reaching the other platform in time.

17:07. Board the train we overtook at Armadale.

17:10. Get to Glenhuntly (which is not my usual stop, but was where I was going on this occasion).

So it was worth all that messing about, not just sitting down at Flinders Street to wait (and wait, and wait). The train after the cancelled one would have got me there about 17:40, so I saved about half an hour. Woo hoo!

Oops. This fine site was down for a couple of hours last night after my web hosting provider pointed out the bill was three weeks overdue. Nothing like downing your site to make you sit up and take notice. I found the errant bill languishing in my e-mail inbox. Full credit to them though, they put the site straight back up when the money went through.

Oh, and last Saturday Marita and I took in Strange Bedfellows, Paul Hogan and Michael Caton’s “not that there’s anything wrong with that” movie. We only really wanted to see it because it was largely filmed in Marita’s grandmother’s house, and for me the most amusing moments were her noises of recognition through the movie, from the shops in Yackandandah to the exclamation during the opening scene of Caton riding his bike, having a conversation with a passing truck driver: “Hey! That’s my uncle’s truck!” As for the rest of the movie, the gaggle of old ladies at the back of the cinema seemed amused enough to keep cackling regularly, but it certainly didn’t grab me. As the MX review said, the real star was the scenery of Yackandandah.

And it was only on at Hoyts at Hoypoint. Noice. When I first sat down I thought I’d fall off the seat — it was wide enough, but seemed to lack depth. A bit like the movie, really.