Knew there was trackwork from Blacktown but decided to go anyway, because the date worked and the weather was good. Public transport was not at its best though. By the time I got back home I felt permanently bus-sick. I'll be glad if I never have to see Blacktown station again too.
But we enjoyed Katoomba. Brunch and shops and a frappe and home again. We found a little "amiable guinea-pig" but didn't buy it, we just said hello. I bought some yarn for my tapestry. The Anglicare op shop was excellent but we didn't end up buying anything. We enjoyed a shop with a lot of paisley shirts. We enjoyed the hat shop. Basically it was nice to be there not for a conference and just be lady tourists.
Excellent frappe. I taught my new friend how to crochet on the coach home. The thing I forgot about learning crochet is that the stitches aren't hard, holding the wool and the hook is hard. You feel like such a baby, that you can't control a piece of wool and a big needle with your normally sensible hands. It's as hard as driving manual or braiding your own hair for the first time.
Was so exhausted and bus-sick I had porridge for dinner and spent Sunday with TV and tapestry.
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