Uurgh was the only thought going through my head the next day, a combination of the night before and a persistent cold.
We set off late to look for the third coffee plunger to replace the one that I broke. We then went to see Ghost Writer at the cinema.
We headed back via Melbournes oldest pub (1835) for a single drink. There are surprisingly few Saturday night revellers in Melbourne but a lot of bars, how they make a living is a mystery.