A Sunday in Sydney, just like old times. Well, not quite old times, like five minutes ago really - I mean, I only left in April, but it does have a way of feeling quite distant. I’m here for a week of appointments (follow-ups, check-ups, tests and scans that are all very routine and reassuring after last year). That it happened to be my aunt’s 50th birthday party the weekend before made it all the more perfect. And so I found myself, like many a Sunday, hungover at the Henson in Marrickville with some of the very best humans I know. These folks are a dream, always there for a beer and to make me laugh louder and more inappropriately than ever. It was the best afternoon, just what I needed.