... yesterday morning as I walked up Pitt St, a strange fellow coming the other way (he didn't look like a person of the homeless or insane persuasion, reasonably well dressed, clean, not drooling) pushed his face right in front of mine and said a long, low, Woooooowww. Then he carried on his way.
WTF?
In other news, in a minor adventure, I made my way back from deepest darkest Parramatta by train today - on my own and everything!
Friday, October 5
Perplexed ...
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4 comments:
Well, gosh.
And good job on the train ride there and back! Can you say more about Parramatta?
ha! maybe he could see your aura of greatness? what a strange thing to happen to a gal. hmmm.
you deserve a gold star for doing the 'parra by train' trip. i'd rather stick pencils in my eyes than do that. why for you had to go there in the first place?
well done brave one :) xx
It's not every day you see a Dancing Mouse walking down Pitt street...
I may well have done the same thing. That is of course if I even make it there!
E – Parramatta
what more is there to say really? It’s technically a separate city but it’s really just a big old western suburb of Sydney (with the associated inferiority complex). You wouldn’t really bother going out there unless you lived or worked in the area, we don’t so we don’t. A lot of Government departments are out there, my very own department that shall not be named has it’s main head-quarters in Parramatta (a personal nightmare is I’ll get moved out there one day, ugggg). That’s why I was there, for some training. Mr Brown dropped me off in the morning and we got lost. There’s quite a lot of historical stuff out there, lovely old sandstone buildings but that’s about all it has going for it.
CAW - Work, why else?
UK - thing is I'm cunningly disguised as a human bean during the day – the tail & tutu only come out in the privacy of the Brown-Mouse house ;)
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