Its Broome Cup weekend and space is limited. The residents beside us in the park have only been lucky enough to secure two nights and with tickets to the race meeting which happens to be on their last day, they will need to move their van before they can go to the races.
I woken up with a headache. between the dust and the time since my last adjustment, my neck by a chiropractor, it’s starting to feel the effects of travelling. Add to that, my lower back, injured in and equestrian accident when I was horse breaking at 16, and I am a real wreck.
First on the agenda for the day is to replace Robyn’s phone, injured to almost beyond repair, in a fall at the Grotto. I was the culprit on this occasion as I was carrying the “superfluous” bag of “stuff” my wife must never leave the house or car without. I tripped and used it as a fall breaker. Unfortunately the phone managed to be in just the place my hand encountered the ground. A nasty crack on the screen resulted.
The phone is not “terminal” – well not yet, and the crack is in a position where the face can still be seen quite readily, but it is old and as we are about to find out, lucky to still be working.
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