I had reason to be in Melbourne over the weekend. It was the Williamstown Literary Festival, endearingly otherwise known as the WillyLit Fest. This meant I got to head ‘to town’ late on Saturday afternoon, after organising two nights of dinners, a day and a half of logistical movements for two children (the third, the oldest, being big enough to sort out himself), and kissing my husband lavishly goodbye outside the shed – well, maybe not so lavishly, very nicely though considering he was holding an angle grinder.