16,828.7 km to belfast
Australia Day. Inflatable flamingos, flags on everything, a man asleep under a flag on the grass by the pool with his thongs on his hands.
Lachie told me at lunch, very seriously, that his class learned it's a sad day for a lot of people as well. Then he asked for another sausage.
282.3 km. The water's like soup since the heat at the start of the month. Penrith got to 47 that Sunday. Vic's thermometer said 24 this morning and he looked personally offended.
I check the letterbox twice a day now. I tell myself it's for the gas bill.