A strange thing happened to me this morning. I accompanied my elderly mother to Footscray so she could get her hair cut and buy a few things from the Greek Deli in the Footscray Market. Afterwards, whilst we were waiting at Footscray station for the 406 bus, discussing when the next bus was due and …
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