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The boy isn't allowed in contact with others for another 2 days. And although I have plenty to do, it's amazing how just being at home when you have to be can be so dragging. So I escaped for a couple of hours to the local shops.
Well, sort of local. The town up the road is 7km away. The trains go once an hour. The bus every half hour, for which I am grateful. But while trying to make sense of why my credit card was still hungry after I'd just fed it, I missed one bus by 1 minute. Now, the lad is 9 and old enough to be left at home for a short while, but I'm a mother - I still worry. So I rang and checked and then thought of three things I could do in the remaining 25 minutes until the next bus. And almost missed it because of the queues in Medicare.
If I wanted anything more exotic than a K-mart and a fish shop, it's an hour down the mountain to Penrith.
So why stay here? It's clean, you can breathe the air, I can let him walk to a friend's place in the evening and know he's not likely to be mugged, I can afford the house and a yard to keep the dog and the rabbti and the guinea pig, and if I really need to go to town, it's only 2 hours - enough to stop it being an impulse thing but close enough that I can do it.
And I know all my neighbours by name and the butcher knows me and the station master will chat with me and the bus driver lets me off next to my house and the fruit-shop guy and I swap recipies.
I'll cope.
Well, sort of local. The town up the road is 7km away. The trains go once an hour. The bus every half hour, for which I am grateful. But while trying to make sense of why my credit card was still hungry after I'd just fed it, I missed one bus by 1 minute. Now, the lad is 9 and old enough to be left at home for a short while, but I'm a mother - I still worry. So I rang and checked and then thought of three things I could do in the remaining 25 minutes until the next bus. And almost missed it because of the queues in Medicare.
If I wanted anything more exotic than a K-mart and a fish shop, it's an hour down the mountain to Penrith.
So why stay here? It's clean, you can breathe the air, I can let him walk to a friend's place in the evening and know he's not likely to be mugged, I can afford the house and a yard to keep the dog and the rabbti and the guinea pig, and if I really need to go to town, it's only 2 hours - enough to stop it being an impulse thing but close enough that I can do it.
And I know all my neighbours by name and the butcher knows me and the station master will chat with me and the bus driver lets me off next to my house and the fruit-shop guy and I swap recipies.
I'll cope.
