Breakdown

This is the third time in as many months that I've needed to call the NRMA to start my car.

Each time it's stopped in the local shopping centre, where I've stopped to buy a few groceries before heading to the flat.

And on each occasion this is where I've stood while waiting for my saviour to arrive, this time in the form of a happy young man called Wayne.

Wayne tells me I need a new starter motor.
Bummer!

Am in Sydney for a few days to escape the cold.