Inner West

I'm not sure where the name comes from but this, Inner West, is the Minx's currently favoured coffee house on the way to the office. We stopped off there this morning on our way to work. (Would recommend.)

There isn't too much to report from the working day itself, although it was certainly pleasant enough, but I went for a swim, late afternoon, and then had my guitar lesson with Paolo.

And this evening, while I was prepping for the radio show, the Minx, in her superhuman fashion, decided to paint the back wall of the kitchen. I never fail to be surprised how she will pretty much spontaneously undertake a project about which I would spend weeks prevaricating.