And you are concerned about a few bags of recyclable plastic bottles placed around my sabotaged 25 year old KIA Cerato, whilst this has or is going on, really, and then copper, impersonator, the boy from Brazil tells me there is absolutely no crime in Hay, it’s a really quiet town. But, but, but, I have been robbed whilst staying at the Sandy Point Camping ground, my equipment smashed, my food poisoned, I really have to wonder at the complicity that is active at the moment, and most importantly, I don’t hear the voices of the children who used to gather around my campsite at night, hiding because they did not want to be seen, sometimes with their parents, because I was helping them with their spelling and they liked the animals and birds that came to visit me, since, apparently, as my mum once told me, I am part aboriginal, back in the 1830’s, my relo married an aboriginal of mixed race, so I have tapped into my heritage, and am learning to live with country, in a wholistic and harmonious way, the kiddy vinks liked that, saying hello to Anto’s, Lizard Breath, Banana Bird, The Ravens Pair, and hearing, not going near, Sammy the Snake, who loves tasty anchovies. Good day Hay Shire Council.
