Okay... Shrug... Cya.

I hear from Steve for the first time since he went to Sydney, saying he wanted a break. Yep, the first time. He was stoned in Sydney, and he said he felt guilty having not made contact before this.

He's taken the job in Sydney... for twelve months, he said, “100k pay rise, what can you say to that?...” he said. Heading up the department... blah, blah, blah.

Quietly, I think he wants to live in Sydney, you know, for a time. He always said he wanted to. Say you've done it and all that. Yeah, well, good for you. Not that I would have gone, but he didn't say come with me.

He’s very ambitious, he has always wanted to make it to the top. “You know, when I’ll be in a position to give orders, and not to take them.”

He's been down for Xmas and packed up his house and sent all of his stuff north on a truck. He wanted to come and visit, but he didn’t. “It’s probably best that way.”

He's rented out his house.

He's negotiating on a house in Sydney. Hey? Really? That's pretty soon, isn't it?

I had tears in my eyes, as we said good bye. Hang up.

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