Some days the Colony just sucks!

So much for land of endless opportunities!Obviously I missed some brochures before I boarded the boat and signed my life away to live in the colonies! Some days I just do not feel that I belong in this God forsaken country and that the Manor is just not far enough away from the commoners that surround me.

I hold on to my dream that I may have the opportunity to return to more quieter days where I can take time to seea round me a deep forest that I can walk in and all that I can hear is the whistling of the wind through the trees. I want to feel the splash of cold water on my face as I dip my hands into a clear stream and then to lay on a patch of glen and look up to see no one else around me.

But in reality I wake to the searing brightness of the Australian sun buring my retinas as I decide to make my way outside in to the world to enter the chaotic world of shopping. I leave the sanctuary of my residence to traverse the turbulance and stupidity of most of those I am forced to share the roadways with, just to safely  make it to a huge establishment where angry people congergate to part with their hard earned dollars handing them over to even grumpier shop assistants that are much more angrier than their customers. All of this blistering energy of ambivilance saturating one spot is commonly called a " Shopping Centre" a place of dread and woe that leaves one drained and needing a Bex and a good lie down to recover.
This mass of humanity leaves me feeling cold and is not what I feel is a Sunday spent in an enjoyable surroundings.I do what I have to do and get out of there and hurry back to the Manor - my haven in this tropical gaol.
Now I can safely go back to dreaming of the time when, maybe hopefully one day I can walk the glens again - a much more perfect way to spend a Sunday.