I used to swarm over North Bondi when staying with my grandmother during the long summer holidays as I grew up. But I had not been in some of the backstreets for yonks. But I found it by using our family method: 'Turn right at Pluto'.
A nondescript little building so typical of the 1950s manifestation of 'nanny state'. But, oh so different inside. Kirsten had read on a website somewhere that there was a toy library. And what a treasure it will prove to be. For an annual fee of $100 she can borrow 4 items every two weeks.