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In passing
Today, coming back from taking the rubbish to the bins, I climbed the stairs to the sixth floor. I try to do this fairly often, as exercise, since I’m not climbing Hill Street in the city three times a week any more. On the fifth floor, a couple of teenaged girls emerged from an apartment near the stairs and headed along the walkway, while I kept going on the stairs. At the sixth floor, I headed along the walkway to the centre, where the lift is, just before my place. The teenagers hopped out of the lift just as I got there. Yeah. They had got in the lift to go up a single level and were still pipped by a 60-plus person. I’ve still got it! Well, some of it, anyway.
I also saw a second quenda [bandicoot] in the bushland outside this apartment complex. We had just had a sudden downpour of rain and perhaps it was inspecting some of the many holes it has dug around my weeding Spot. We saw each other at about the same time. It retreated but didn't seem panicked.
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