I just don’t have the same religious observance as my cousins who’ve just buried their mother today. I observe the Sunday service is at 9am & checkout time for this motel is 10 am. My theory is that if they attend the church service at 9 they’ll be back at their late parents’ house by 10 when I drop in for a final visit before heading home to a foul & feral Victorian winter. I’m currently in the adjoining state of New South Wales although Victoria is only 2 km away across the river.

Weather app says temp outside is 8.2°C, feeling like 2.6°. Brrrr. I’m sitting back in a cosy armchair in the motel sipping a great cup of tea & chowing down on a wedge of brie that went missing since I bought it on Tuesday. I found it in the back of the car under a bag of assorted hats.
Worked out how to get the reverse-cycle A/C into heat mode & I’m happy.

Better not have a fire. That fire alarm won’t work too well sans battery. Image

Room also has a dinky little clock radio. How nice. Don’t need that.

Very well-equipped motel room. Double bed, microwave, kettle, TV, fridge, A/C, toaster, even a proper teapot. That’s about to get used. Image

One somewhat disrespectful aspect of the funeral puzzles me. How did such an enormous woman fit into a standard coffin? She really was a barge-arse.

lucky bastard!

That’s actually a reasonably good one. Here’s a pic of the horrid muck. Image

At the aunt’s wake. I’m having a weak, insipid cup of tea because the coffee option is horrendous. There is only one brand of instant coffee in this country that fouler than the one on offer here.
I have my AeroPress handy in the car, when I’m set up in the motel, I’m getting a real brew.

Arrived 4 hours 20 minutes after departure, spent 30 minutes on s couple of roadside stops.
Caught up with various cousins & their families, now at the church, service starts in 25 minutes.