Day Nine

Monday 8th Feb 10. I have had various desks over the last couple of days. On Day Five my desk was the bra dept of David Jones, shopping for white bandeaux with Lucy. On Day Seven there was the Cataract Gorge Chair Lift – eight minutes of sphincter clenching terror sat on a flimsy piece of metal and cushion floating over a long drop into cold water. Only trying to belt out a sterling rendition of Come Fly With Me managed to distract me enough from hurling myself lemming-like off the back off the chair. I walked back. On Day Eight I ate lunch at my desk; an old tree root on a grey shingle beach lapped by the blue and copper water of Dove Lake underneath the shadow of Cradle Mountain before gate crashing a wedding on the opposite shore. Today’s desk is a brown cord scummy sofa in a run down ancient hotel badly converted into a hostel in Hobart watching Sex And The City reruns. My arms are very tired from carrying a very heavy watermelon.

A quick aside: went through the town of Ross today, population 350, and the most prominent magazine in the newsagent was “Over 50s” a jazz mag with an older reader’s wife sporting a blonde mullet and teasing the strap of a black George at ASDA neglige on the cover. Or as the bus driver said there’s always chasing sheep around the garden…


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