Granny season. Blasting caravans everywhere. The white-haired invaders. Take over the shops, slow the roads with Sunday driving… not every road is a scenic tour. Oh and the lines at the petrol station.
“Do you want the mushroom pie or the steak and kidney love?”
Not a hard question… apparently, it is… waiting…
“Hmm not sure.”
Just pick a bloody pie… waiting… my boss is going to crack it. Deep breath. Season will die down soon and greys will be back on the Nullarbor heading home.
The radio hums.
“Breaking news; bush fires have taken out the major highways leaving commuters stranded. Damage is extensive -“
“What’s his problem?”
“Snowflake generation. I’ll have the mushroom.”
I have family stranded in Perth due to the raging bush fires on the Nullarbor. It’s the main road in and out of the state. The roads heading north are flooded due to a cyclone. Welcome to Australia!
So grateful to be on the west coast, cooler tempretures and clean air. My thoughts are with east – people and animals alike.