The Postman

… in the morning. Dad’s just rang through to say my insurance is sorted after the muddle we had at the end of last week so we’re all systems go go go. A big thanks to my pit crew, Lyndis and Paul Millward, who without their support this trip would be dying on its arse. Ta a million and I’ll pay you back one day. So Rockhampton goodbye, inland here we come. And be warned your nasty kangeroos, Dot Cotton has a roo whistle mounted on her mudguard and she’s not afraid to use it. Be gone with you Skippy. Shoo Shoo