Public Transport

Today Mummy was getting her hair done, so I dropped thru the hairdresser's, ermm... sorry... "stylist's" to pick up the little girl. Of course, everyone there had already fallen in love with her so they were sorry to see her go.

We walked to Flinders Street station and caught the train home. She must, finally, be getting used to it as she was fine on the train and didn't cry at all.