Ballarat, Here We Come

Yesterday morning the plan was for my father, brother Matt, sister Astrid and I to all go down to Ballarat on Wednesday to see my ailing grandmother Beryl. However Dad received word that Wednesday might be too late so he left on Monday afternoon instead.
He called Matt early on Tuesday morning to say that Gran seems to have rallied somewhat so Matthew, Astrid and I have all booked tickets to leave Sydney's airport at 8:45am tomorrow.

Earlier today I went to the Art Gallery of NSW with my mother my other grandmother Jean.
Mum was taking Jean to see the Pisaro exhibtion that is currently on there. Jean seemed to get a lot out of it - it has been the first big trip she has taken in some time. She has been much less mobile since a series of operations last year have confined her to a wheel chair.

The other important event today was that Maryann and I both applied for our Indian Tourist Visas. This involved about an hour of queueing, witnessing young children getting up to mischief and mini-arguments erupting between people accusing eachother of jumping the queue.

I'm exhausted now. It's so hot and sunny and it's only 2pm.

I saw Jed from Abbey's who witnessed my extreme drunkeness the other night. He said I seemed to be shouting less now and commented that I had said that, "If he told me that somebody was French and that I then killed that person, he would be responsible."
It sounds like something that I would say whilst heavily intoxicated but I have to take his word for it.