Thursday and another day of travelling was set to commence. Mum had offered to take us up to Taree a couple of days later than Aunty Wendy could do it. This gave us time to finish the computer; catch up with Judy and spend more time with mum.
We packed up all the stuff from mum’s house that belonged to us and got into the car. the trip up to Taree was about 4 hours or so and it was quite hot. I did not have a lot to say to anyone on the trip which was my first hint that perhaps I was suffering from some depression although the causes weren’t evident.
I think Gemma and I watched an episode of Voyager to pass the time. This was good since we had gone to the bother of bringing the laptops in the car for exactly this purpose. I tried to type up an lj entry but this laptop is not the best to type on when travelling unless you have a tray table in front of you which I didn’t.
We stopped at Mcdonalds for lunch and then continued onto Taree. We moved our bags downstairs when we arrived and it was clear from the first moments of our visit that relations with Carmanmary were going to be interesting.
Gemma and I were tired after the travelling and from burning the midnight oil the night before so we went down for a sleep. Mum had a swim and was having an extremely relaxing time which was excellent.
We slept through tea and got up at about 8 o’clock or so. Dinner had been kept warm in the oven but did not taste wonderful although the original cooking had been fine. We complained that we had wanted to be woken for dinner but this did not go down well. We were told that people let us sleep which would have been fine if anyone had actually bothered to ask us what we actually wanted.
After tea we called Sean and organized to meet him at the airport in new castle. I was not overly enthused to see Sean but when I did see him the next day it was good to catch up.
We then had an in depth conversation with Carmanmary and John about a lot of things; including my child; my dad; my relationship with Veronica the mother of the child; various attitudes to life the universe and everything and so on.
Whilst we were talking a storm knocked out the channel 7 transmitter which put an end to the Tennis. I can’t say I was too upset I don’t usually enjoy watching sport unless I am at the watching paint dry stage of bordem. I’d much rather do something else than sit in front of the idiot box unless there is an occational episode of Star Trek or Doctor Who to watch. Even those are done in small doses. We got to bed at about Midnight quite exhausted by the conversation. Over all; a good day.