Today Small Z and I drove down to Loch to pick up the caravan. We left it there on Sunday due to a combination of high winds and a car problem. We departed at around 9am and went up via Lang Lang. I’m not sure why – I just had a hankering to get off the highway and stick my head into a country op-shop.
There is a plus about living out of town in amongst a surfeit of bogans – the op shops are traditional, super cheap, country-style ones. Hooray! I hadn’t been to this one for ages. So until a rather urgent nappy change was required, Small Z and I scrounged around and found some goodies… When I went to pay for them, the lady added it all up…and then said they were having a half price sale day and it would all set me back FOUR DOLLARS!!
Thus I scored a single fitted sheet with purple flowers, a red pussycat cot sheet (for the fabric), a sewing basket, at least six books, and a pair of Clarks leather shoes for Small Z – all for four dollars. How I adore a bargain.
On the way back, with the caravan behind us, we drove down McDonalds Track – a kind of back road between Loch, Nyora and Lang Lang. By the time we were getting close to the latter, Small Z was starting to lose the plot in the back seat. A-ha! I thought (…and how obsessed I once was with that band…) I am towing my own mobile home. Let us stop. I will secure a salad roll, a vanilla slice, I will feed Small Z in the caravan, she will sleep, and then we will go to the park, and return to the op-shop to take better advantage of that half price sale.
Of course, in my head, this all worked splendidly. However, Small Z was overtired, totally buzzed by being in the caravan and after a feed appeared utterly incapable of sleeping. I sat her on the bed with some of the books we’d bought this morning, and ate my lunch while musing over the New York Times on my iPhone. Very civilised. The vanilla slice, however, was not good – and I am spoiled, as it is one of the few things that Tooradin Bakery does well…
After lunch we went to the park and back to the op-shop, where we got M some work shirts and odds and ends. Small Z finally slept as I drove home, so I took the opportunity to go to the car park near the yacht club in Warneet and practice my caravan reversing. I am b-e-y-o-n-d crap, but I will persist.
P.S – can you see the curtains, Rae?!