I attended a land sale in what was supposed to be the western suburbs, but looked like a mirror image of the area around Officer. Despite the sale supposed to be a first in best dressed deal, it wound up being an auction style event.
The auction house resembled an incomplete church – skeleton roof, pews, aisles etc. People were scattered around in small groups. I was in the last row near two women who were perched on the backrests of the pews with their feet on the sets.
For some reason I wished to change out of my shorts into jeans so went to find some toilets. They were the shabbiest most disgusting ones I had ever seen – twigs in the only bowl, spider webs and encrusted rust everywhere.