Strike! While the iron is lukewarm

We are still in Albury, we are here for DrMr's Uncle's funeral.  It's very, very, very rainy and wet, but I understand that's the status quo everywhere.  Everyone is asleep and it's finally nice and quiet and I am listening to the NEW SUFJAN STEVENS CD (important news to me) and catching up on emails.

I can finally show you some pics that Lyndsay's lovely partner Ben was super ace to take for us.  I have wanted to write more about the market as it was so significant an occasion for us, and I had some absolutely wonderful conversations with wonderful people that made me feel so cheery, plus met so many ace people, but now it's a week later and I am somewhere else thinking of other things.

My iPhone died and I feel ridiculously out of touch.  I have to take it to the store tomorrow and throw it at them, because it's only a few months old.  CRANKY.  I also BURNT MY MOUTH on some average dumplings in Albury's only (and over-priced and not very good) Japanese restaurant.