Okeefereport: I Cant Sleep

To those loved so far away,

I’m so restless. My mind keeps wanting to read lists and tick completed items. A native early riser I’m finding myself wide awake ever earlier. Earlier even than week day alarm time (5.30). Out walking at six is the calmest I feel all day. I’m sure my constant calls to Alice to say ‘um I’ve got some shoes’ are getting on her nerves. I’ll try to start a book today. That might pass some time, otherwise I’ll be a nervous wreck without even leaving the tarmac. Drinking helps, and food, though it’s really the scheduling I crave. Lunch is like an anchorage around which I’m blown by quests for the right luggage, underwear and gigabytes of entertainment.

Thank god for work at Bunnings is something I thought I would never say. Weekends are the worst and mine are three days long. Last Sundays family day hosted by Jameson and his folks, was a welcome distraction. It was also well patronised. Jameson was able to pull Chris and Sue back from Mission Beach, via Goulburn where they must have had barely enough time to brush the cobwebs. This weekend will be the last but will also be two days longer as I shall be on holidays. As luck has it though there is an excellent blues festival on at The Towradgi Beach Hotel on Sunday featuring the one off reunification of the legendry ‘Whose Muddy Shoes’. Even better Towradgi turns out to be just north of Wollongong and has its own railway station only one and a half hours and two dollars fifty from our very own Central. It should require little effort to write off Monday in the hangover from this leaving only Tuesday and Wednesday for list ticking.

Looking forward to seeing those of you so far away in company with jetlag soon (anything would be preferable to this). Meanwhile please find evidence of your provenance in the following pictures.

See you all soon

Aunty

They started out posing but it was all down hill from there