(I have an eye for these things because I often rushed into David Jones' before work on a Monday morning after having misspent yet another weekend without doing my laundry)
It's just after six in the morning and I was going to step outside onto the verandah to take a photo of the mighty Clyde River which is quietly flowing like the Don - are you a fan of Mikhail Sholokhov? - before the daily onrush of the tourists because the holiday season isn't over yet, but I can't take a photo because the river is all fogged in, which is a sign of a hot day to come.
Instead, I am showing you a photo of Mark & Steph, Taj, Harlo, Hendrix, Sabre and Baby Bodhi (this looks like a spelling bee; what happened to good ol' English names?) According to their website, they are the family behind the Se7en Cafe (I am typing this without the acute accent to be true to their website) which the former "Drain Surgeon" Frank and I have been supporting by having our weekly "Kaffeeklatsch" on their premises.
But not today! It'll be too hot today to sit in their crowded and noisy café (back to my acute accent), and I've just rung the "Drain Surgeon" to suggest that we meet in the air-conditioned comfort of the Batemans Bay Soldiers Club (they must have removed the apostrophe altogether after I had told them that it was misplaced in their "Batemans Bay Soldier's Club" car signage). They sell some beautiful cheese cake, too!
Having just looked at the overnight London and New York prices of BHP, I may be able to afford more than just one piece of cake because London finished at £24 and New York, which is still trading, stands at US$32.42. At their respective conversion rates, that would suggest an Australian opening price of $48.15, up by another 93 cents from yesterday's close.
As you may have gathered, I'm obsessed not only with apostrophes!
