Flying solo

You may be wondering/asking; “don’t you get lonely Vetski?” and the answer is; “well I’m not technically alone because I have my prince Charles and whilst he’s of the furry variety of people, and I am not sharing my desert experience with a significant non-furry other – GREAT I say!” Although many people are beautiful, kind, honest, compassionate, loving, genuine, funny, and generally all that good stuff, some are real assholes! The world is full of them. To that end, I actually like being by myself AND I can be one of those assholes without anyone writing about me saying I am one of them because there simply isn’t any evidence of it! Nobody is here to witness it (except Charlie, but he loves me unconditionally so that doesn’t count). I can be completely selfish and uncompromising. None of that ‘higher being’, serving others, rising above others, being patient nonsense! No wonder there’s such a thing as nuns and monks! They’ve got it sussed! Like me, they can swear (I’m sure they do this under their breath, especially against mother/father superior), eat what they want, when they want, watch what they want (come on…we all know they love a good dose of ‘Sex and The City‘ just as much as any lay person and watch it religiously), obsessively clean, get up at 4am every morning without worrying about waking anyone else up. OMG it’s fabulous! Plus there is the added benefit of not having to put up with another asshole! Win, win. Oh, and the best bit…I can check out the local talent. My friends, that’s where things are a little, how shall we say…limited. Not that I’m looking AT ALL, but the single, male contingent here in Parnngurr is not exactly a leading contender against the likes of Tinder for dating opportunities. BUT THEN…yesterday I went to pick up the mail from the mail plane and LO! Out steps a young, blond, Ray-Ban adorning pilot, complete with plane! He was easy on the eye I must say and made my Thursday afternoon at the happening Parnngurr all that more exciting! I’ll absolutely be happy to go and get the mail again next week.

Speaking of which, what a monumental cock-up with the most beautiful parcel I was expecting from Elaine and co. A couple of weeks after the parcel had been sent I started to wonder where on earth, in Western Australia hopefully, it could be. What’s particularly frustrating is when I took the step of trying to investigate the whereabouts of the now infamous lost parcel, the best I received was a central Australia Post number, which of course when dialled, is followed by a plethora of ‘dial this number’ options. Seriously world! Is it too much to ask to speak to a person straight off the bat so problems can be straightened out with human-to-human contact! Now in all my dealings ever, ever, ever with Australia Post, I have never had any issues. So I put this one down to human error at Newman. Sorry girls, but it’s true. How on earth a parcel addressed to PO Box 14, could be confused with PO Box 22 (Newman Shire Offices) is beyond me. Apparently, after much time investigating, that is where the parcel ended up. Ok I think, so where is it now? I managed to get a direct number for Newman Post Office and asked the postal worker where the hell this very special parcel was. “Oh I think it was returned to sender.” It’s now at least 3 weeks since Elaine sent this beautiful gift and neither she nor I have it. What I love most however, is the bloody insane tracking numbers you have to recall in order to try and locate lost parcels – great tool to try and combat early onset of dementia though. Try and memorise them! What I also love is the complete nonchalance of the postal workers at Newman – care factor ZERO. Followers (all 9 of you now I think), this is a story that as they say…is to be continued…I’ll keep you POSTED!

Author: vetskitravels

Hi! My name's Yvette and I'm a gorgeous, blond, my life is better with paleo, vegan, with a dash of just the right amount of exercise and healthy fats yogi with a PHD in meditation. Now don't get jealous but I look fabulous when I get out of bed in the morning with no smelly breath whatsoever - EVER - I have a model husband, 6 perfect children and 2 dogs. Furthermore, I cook and take artsy narcissistic photos of the food I prepare. You know I'm an all-woman of the 21st LGBTQRST century phenomenon. So come join me on my little side project. Mwah. View all posts by vetskitravels