Last night I went down to Caulfield Police Station to get my divorce papers
signed. All going smoothly, I’ll be Officially Single again in a few months. The jovial sergeant who witnessed me signing them reminded me of Alec Peters from The Bill, but actually his name was Paul something-or-other. After I signed, he got me to swear on the bible ("Are you okay to swear on the bible?" "Umm, yeah, whatever!") that it was really me and about the forms really being filled out truthfully. Heavy stuff.
On the way back I was reminded of why sometimes it’s definitely a good thing not to drive a car everywhere. Quite by chance I met my old uni friend Peter on the tram, and we had a quick and cheerful chat about things, until he said "They’re playing my stop!" and promptly alighted.
