This morning, the troupes were on the move by the time I emerged from my tent. I had secured the chairs the night before so that no frost became of them. As a result, everyone was without a seat for 30 minutes. But soon enough everyone was busy packing away their gear and in talks of heading away.
Being ushered out of the park, as it were, I take Louise and head to the nearby town of Taralga where we find the Lion's Sunday markets.
A dust cloud or two later, we arrive back in the heat; the actual hotness of Campbelltown. And i'm busy washing the dirt and grime off my poor Beybalu. He was sparkling and new by the time we had arranged a picnic dinner with Tuneil and Noah. Other Scooby Gang members such as Justin, this guy and Aneesa were invited. But Justin was at the end of a long weekend, this guy was doing homework*, and Aneesa was working in lay-by.
We had good times and noodle salad in Park Central. Later, Noah kicked Uncle Brendan in the balls** and refused to listen to me when I was scolding him: demanding an apology on behalf of the incapacitated Uncle Brendan. Tuneil, with a mere flicker of an eyelash, had her son appreciating the situation on a scale larger than himself.
Fruit of the Moment: red-eyed-buldging-flies
*when you are working on homework for the 2nd last day of the school year, you deserve a $20,000 University grant. Just sayin'
** HARD
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