Wednesday 28th September, (Brisbane).

We had a trip to the Gold Coast yesterday to see Tony and Brenda. It was nice to see them again, even though they did visit me while on the Sunshine Coast, but Linda hasn’t seen them for a fair while. It was a pity that we only had half a day with them because we obviously had a bit of catching up to do, but the day seemed to be over before we knew it and we had to go home. The other option was to go and stay there for a couple of days on our way down the coast, but costs are too high down that way at the moment.

We are having another problem with Matthew and our mail again: We expected our mail when we arrived here, or a day or two later, and it still isn’t here. It turned out that they had forgotten to mail it so it was sent on Wednesday last week, so we will have to just sit and wait for it. We have even gotten to the stage of booking our site for another week just in case it isn’t here before Friday. This is a very strong case as to why we should consider one of those redirection services, we would but the cost is a little off-putting.

A small world it is: I was talking to another Tasmanian couple the other day and got into a conversation about people I might know from the Hobart area after telling them that I worked for Telstra. Do you know such and such etc? Do you know Mr X? (Name withheld). This name rang a bell to the extent that when I was in Hobart in first year, 1966, Mr X started in the same year. I mentioned this and started to have the recollection of when one evening another workmate and myself caught a bus to the other side of the river to meet up with a couple of young girls he had somehow gotten familiar with. In my naivety of childhood I didn’t realise at the time that one of the 13 year olds was coming on to me. It was later in the evening that I learned that this girl was in fact the younger sister of Mr X, and I was given a warning from Mr X to leave his sister alone. I was almost about to make some comment to this couple along those lines of my thoughts when I was interrupted with the comment “I am Mr X’s younger sister, 3 years his junior”. This was the convenient point to promptly change the subject, I thought, and make no further comments.

Today we are just having a lazy day; Linda is not feeling the best so it’s not a bad idea, perhaps the heat is starting to get to her.

Friday 30th September, (Brisbane still).

Dramas with receiving mail are still happening with it still not arriving. The most important thing I was hopeful of getting in this mail delivery was an assessment of my income tax return to find out if I owed them anything or not and finalise it while here. I went for a visit to the ATO today to find out if they could give me details so I would then not be reliant on receiving the mail. Would you believe that they informed me that I actually received a refund about 3 weeks ago: “How does one receive a refund when one didn’t pay any taxes?” was my question to the receptionist, and her answer was “If I were you I wouldn’t ask any more questions”. I then went back home and checked my bank statements and found that I did in fact receive the refund and didn’t notice it, so I think I will just leave things at that.

If the mail doesn’t turn up before we leave, which is now Tuesday, I will get the caravan park to forward it on to Melbourne when it does arrive, assuming it does. There is nothing I know about in the mail that over concerns me so it is now no real drama.

We have now booked ourselves into Apollo Gardens in Melbourne for two months at this stage that will take us up until early January. After that we have decided to just take things as they come. It turns out that if we intend being in Melbourne in March we will have to book and pay for it now, because the Commonwealth games are on and they are nearly booked out already. With it being uncertain as to what we will actually be doing I am not going to pay for a booking if there is a chance we may not want to be there, so hence from January on we will take things as they come This may even mean moving out of the Melbourne district for that month, but shit happens.