This was my day yesterday. We left here about 9am. We get into Kyneton and head for the bakery. Get something to eat and ordered a coffee.
We drove around for about 10 mins before I said “The next covered park bench, gazebo, whatever you need to let me out. I need to stretch”. There was nothing like that, so I said “I don’t care let me out here on the street”.
First thing I spot is the post office boxes. Beautiful, there’s shelter. So I loiter around there watching the rain piss down, had a smoke looking like a leper.
I then noticed the pub across the road. Walk there. Fuck, it’s closed.
Next I start walking around. It’s cold, wet, windy. I’ve got a coat and beanie on and I’m fucking freezing. I spot the Reject shop. Go in there. Do a little shop. Come out.
I’m standing on the corner with me shopping bag and when they went passed commented to each other “Oh look at that poor old homeless lady”.
I’m thinking “I know there’s a library, I’ll find a dry spot somewhere and look it up”. That’s when I spotted the 2nd pub. And it’s open. I go in, it’s warm, there’s a fireplace, tv and I didn’t give the library anymore thought. Hallefuckinglujah.
I order a beer and texted my husband “I’m at the Kyneton hotel”. He texted back “That doesn’t surprise me. Well be there soon”.
They arrive. I announced “I don’t care what youse do next but I ain’t leaving here until it’s time to go to the RTA”. I order another.
We left there about 1:30 pm. It was a very long cold day but for a brief hour an a half I found solace.
This was my day yesterday. We left here about 9am. We get into Kyneton and head for the bakery. Get something to eat and ordered a coffee.
We drove around for about 10 mins before I said “The next covered park bench, gazebo, whatever you need to let me out. I need to stretch”. There was nothing like that, so I said “I don’t care let me out here on the street”.
First thing I spot is the post office boxes. Beautiful, there’s shelter. So I loiter around there watching the rain piss down, had a smoke looking like a leper.
I then noticed the pub across the road. Walk there. Fuck, it’s closed.
Next I start walking around. It’s cold, wet, windy. I’ve got a coat and beanie on and I’m fucking freezing. I spot the Reject shop. Go in there. Do a little shop. Come out.
I’m standing on the corner with me shopping bag and when they went passed commented to each other “Oh look at that poor old homeless lady”.
I’m thinking “I know there’s a library, I’ll find a dry spot somewhere and look it up”. That’s when I spotted the 2nd pub. And it’s open. I go in, it’s warm, there’s a fireplace, tv and I didn’t give the library anymore thought. Hallefuckinglujah.
I order a beer and texted my husband “I’m at the Kyneton hotel”. He texted back “That doesn’t surprise me. Well be there soon”.
They arrive. I announced “I don’t care what youse do next but I ain’t leaving here until it’s time to go to the RTA”. I order another.
We left there about 1:30 pm. It was a very long cold day but for a brief hour an a half I found solace.
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