Not Reading List

At the request of an anonymous person, I am re-visiting my reading list to discover just how dedicated and committed I am. The answer is, not very.

I started my reading quest with possibly the most difficult of all books ever written. The Dark Tower series by Stephen King started off beautifully: Books 1, 2 and 3 were easy to read, and quite addictive. Unfortunately, Stephen King appears to have suffered some kind of injection of boring when it came to writing Books 4, 5, 6 and most likely, 7. I have actually been turned off reading all together and fear that my ability to pick up a book anywhere, anytime, has left me.

So, in the spirit of not achieving what I set out to do, I shall now change the subject and talk about my weekend.

I spent my weekend in Bellingen, NSW. This town is small, leafy, quiet, and a little bit backwards. The perfect place to send your retiring father - minimal trouble can be caused, and minimal noise can be heard from my position of safety, 5.5 hours drive north. Now, while I did enjoy the lovely scenery, the cows, the smell of cow shit; I have to say that I feel I might actually be allergic to the countryside.

It only took 24 hours of breathing in the 'fresh country air' before my lungs gave out and I had an asthma attack. Now, that's just not right. I tried to immerse myself in the village community, and went to the pub in search of some people to chat to; I found a group of old men watching the football, which thought it highly amusing to tease me for 'talking slow like a Queenslander' - despite my protestations of actually being brought up in NSW.

So, I ended my weekend with a realisation that once you've lived in QLD for more than 1 year, you can't live anywhere else, or even visit anywhere else - but that also, you don't WANT to go anywhere else. So, I'll be sticking to QLD - I am officially a Queenslander.