Monday morning early found me on a footpath table, at the Cache Cafe in Wagga. It was damp out there, and a degree or five south of comfortable but the streetscape took in the elegant edifice of the Council Chambers. Perspective and I have not managed so much as an acquaintenanceship to date, and here I've sketched in more than I could chew. That roof here is badly skew, the upper balustrades partly missing, mostly mangled, neither is so in real life. The Cache coffee too is something of a lottery. Wagga Wagga, in the great Australian set of double names, is one of the few that sounds like it doesn't need its twin.