Objective: Drive. Until the battery is sufficiently charged.
Secondary Objective: Stickybeak around a few suburbs, to see if there's any I fall in love with.
Method: Me. Behind the wheel. Sharing the road with trams. At speed. (Praying I don't stall because there's no way this sucker is restarting short of a jumpstart at this point.)
Outcome: Thoroughly lost? ACHIEVED.
Dear Melbourne: Not big on informative road signs that can be seen at any speed faster than perambulatory, huh? No thanks, Me.
Also, let it be known that mothers are made of win. Mothers who insist you EAT THAT SCHNITZEL AND CHASE IT DOWN WITH GELATO NOW transcend even that.