I race into town, buy a bra then pop into the Echuca Medical Centre, watch a documentary on the Danish royal family and have some stitches removed from my arm by a gentle Indian doctor. Then I realise that I haven’t combed my hair this morning. Bugger, gee this life is relaxing.
Back at camp we say our farewells (shit! Have I combed my hair yet?) and hit the road for South Australia.
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Uplifting 🙂
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Ha ha!
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So funny. I chuckled at every sentence. I also felt a certain sense of relief that I’m not the only preoccupied lady who runs around busily taking care of business with uncombed hair.
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Unshackled by convention I’d say. 🙃
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Wow you are busy!
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160kms later, bird watching with a nice cup of tea…aah
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ahhhhh
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