An obligatory report.

It just so happened (rather quickly) that Mother and I were able to go on a little trip together.
The interesting thing was that 10 years ago, before leaving Australia for Taiwan, we had taken exactly the same bus service to exactly the same place, Bridgetown, where Mum's sister lives.
So, 3 hours of staring out the window, and Mum & I holding on, not wanting to use the little bus toilet. We changed buses in Bunbury and we were both able to use the toilet at the station, I noticed many other people also did this. Most of that second bus ride we were forced to listen to three and then later two young fools engaging in retard conversation, the kind that only young Australians can utter -loud and empty. That seemed the longer ride.

We had a few little outings the next day, Bridgetown is the prettiest place I've ever visited, however I've only been to China and Taiwan so far.
We poked round in a tiny second hand shop. I had one look at their collection of books and my eyes set n the title, "At the back of the North Wind". It cost me 50c, not much for a book Cherish and I have been looking out for ever since we were fed small portions of it in our CLE Language Arts books. Finally we can find out what happens to little Diamond at the back of the North Wind. As for the rest of the day, I listened to interesting conversation and looked at (among other fascinating things) old piano music that my great grandmother, grandmother and mother all learned from.

The sheep are worth a mention, just because I got a fair bit of amusement from their behavior. Several times I tried to advance towards them at first each of themvwould lethargically look up from their eating to stare at me. I thought maybe they were trying to challenge me and so I stared back at them. I crept closer and they took off running in several directions, I fancied that the sight of me sent them running.

I don't know what else to write, except that I was sad to leave the place. The odd thing was that most of the time it was hard for me to see a place looking so beautiful -probably I didn't want to get used to it. I already hate looking outside our home in Perth and seeing only another house, and another, and tens of houses after that -and now I'll never think Bardon Park is pretty again. It wasn't dry Australian desert country side, it was lush, green, lots of dark soil and had round hills, it looked like the English country side.

Another thing, when I came back home I felt like going places, seeing everything, doing all sorts of things, unfortunately I soon remembered that in Perth there is nothing to do. Further more, I don't have the means to go anyplace else.
Happily though, I still don't intend to spend the rest of my life here, but where? Too hard a question, be quiet and let me go back to sleep. I hate telling you everything.