We’ve been here before. Marilyn and I are sitting in a hotel in Lithgow, having traveled up from Sydney by train, and having a meal before we catch the bus which will take us to Mudgee. It’s the same hotel we sat in on our last trip up this way and I think we ordered the same dishes from the menu; Marilyn has a prawn and mushroom pasta, and I have a smoky bacon and mushroom. Both pastas are swimming in cream and fill the plate to overflowing.
Just after we arrived a young fellow came in, jeans hanging down past his bum and with a young boy in tow – about four years old, with red hair. We know that his name is Ronald because we offered to keep an eye on him when the young man needed to go outside for a cigarette. They ordered some chips and the young fellow had to dig around in his wallet to make sure he had enough for a bowl of gravy to go with them. Marilyn’s having a chat with them at the moment so I’ll know all about them when she comes back to our table.
It seems they’ve come up from Campbelltown near Sydney to visit Ronald’s grandparents. The young man has been with Ronald’s mother since they were both 14. Something came over Marilyn earlier and she had a bit of a flutter on the poker machines in the next room. Her luck was in and she celebrated by giving Ronald a handful of dollar coins for pocket money.
I thought I would start this blog while we are waiting but I will have to leave it as it’s nearly time for our bus. Anne and Alan will pick us up in Mudgee at about 9.50, so there will be no more written tonight.
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