LIVING OFF THE LAND
Speaking of the slashie “lifestyle”, Coconut did very nicely out of the CWA’s ever-reliable culinary skills and generosity after the Anzac Day march in Port Douglas. His pockets were bulging as he slipped out the back door, and it was rapidly followed by a breakfast at the yacht club for the regatta week. Thanks yacht club and the fine new kitchen! Now he is quite confident that if the council can see its way to put on a bit of a spread at the ever more grandiose opening of the new Cow Bay toilet (singular), then he is guaranteed of seeing in the new financial year in calorific surplus! Quick of mind, he nipped into the change rooms and changed his gear, putting his now soiled uniform in a garbage bag he could carry. By then he had missed his home school bus to home. So he jumped on the bus that happened to be waiting there, not realising it was a tour bus with a load of Japanese sightseers. He managed to phone Debbie, who then spent a while racing around the roads trying to follow various buses he might have been on. Then his phone gave out. Not knowing where he was, she stationed herself at at his last port of call. Eventually he appeared from around the back of the tour bus, garbage bag in hand. Phew! She dropped him off at home and set out with the daughter to go to a fun park. Roundabouts have always been a bit tricky and in heavy traffic she managed to inflict a slight rear-ender on another car. By the time she got to the fun park bits were falling off the the front end of her battered bus. “Had a bit of a tough day, luv?” asked the man at the entrance.