Christina's B&B - Lake Macquarie
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... because she’s the coolest wife in the world. And she is most definitely that. But knowing her like I do, I’m beginning to suspect a deeper reason. Maybe she feels this will be good for me. Maybe she feels I need it. Whatever her motive, I’m grateful she’s afforded me this opportunity, and I can only hope to return the favour – in whatever form that will take – when the time arrives.
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... it was heartbreaking to see how the country is crying out for rain, there is no green grass anywhere,nothing like Holland. Rien and I went to bed at 3pm and slept to 10;pm we both got up I watered all my indoor plants and did all the washing and hung the washing outside at 1am it was so light outside the sky was lit up with a million stars in the sky,nothing like in Holland it was hard to see a star in the sky. Today Wednesday we are staying with Michelle ...
... were sitting facing the back of the bus, and some of them realized that they could see us, sitting up high like them. They tentatively waved to us, so we waved back. They giggled, and then the word spread around the bus. All of a sudden, we had about 20 girls waving their arms at us, blowing kisses and generally having fun seeing who could make us wave back the most! Well, this was slightly amusing for the first 5 minutes, but we were in a traffic jam and stuck behind ...
Said goodbye to Grandpa at Gosford Station.
Then had the worst train ride ever. Crammed like sardines. Then had to manoeuvre ourselves to fit a mother coming through with a child who was about to vomit.
Bring on the plane, at least we will have some personal space.
We haven't lost ...
... than my scooter. That could take me further and provide me independence. My Speedwell and I travelled many roads together and just a few years later facilitated escapades to satisfy youth's first love (but that's another story). Today, I'm still transported, freed momentarily from the reality of existence to a place devoid of responsibility, to a time when the biggest decision made was whether to turn left or ...