I took my scooter with me, so I used it on Sunday morning to buy the newspaper, some magnoplasm cream (which is like soft stick plastic putty and it draws foreign bodies out of wounds) and buy a train ticket, but I didn't see the machine at the station and it was all shut and empty. An aboriginal man was friendly, called me Sis and asked me for $20 to get to Dubbo.
I did some more crochet with Grandma, and we had an early lunch. The coach to Lithgow left at 12.10. The ticket machine broke and refunded all my money after it gave me my ticket, so instead of the cheap $7.80, I travelled free! (the station man couldn't be bothered taking my money, I did try and be honest). This is the station, waiting for the bus, note the new Ben Chifley's engine back there under the shed, and the man fixing the ticket machine. Grandma is minding my stuff near the bin.
The bus was packed and I chatted a bit to the lady I sat next to. It was misty and drizzly at Lithgow, so I got straight on the waiting train and kept crocheting even though there was a bit of a wait. I chatted to the couple behind me a bit. I seem to get pretty friendly when I've been travelling by myself too long. It was a very pleasant trip. Annoying kissing teenagers got on at the mountains and spoiled the serenity for a while. I made excellent progress on my giant granny square.
When I got to Central, I was supposed to catch a bus to church. I was looking forward to socialising after all my solo travel. But I was tired of carrying my bag and scooter, and also I was busting for the toilet. Getting to church late and walking up the front to use the toilet was the deciding factor. I went home and then went for a little jog cos I felt cooped up. And tried to see if I could watch one TV show and tape another, so I could see both The Mentalist and Downton Abby. Garrh. No. So I just watched the Mentalist. It was OK. It's just that I need the routine of watching the same thing every Sunday to wind down. I'll probably see DA eventually.
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