The trouble is, once you get inland, you can’t moan about the rain because this is the stuff they’ve been praying for all year.
Now, back to dear diary. We drove through Yass on our way to Wagga, stopping inevitably at the dog that’s still on the tuckerbox nine miles from Gundagai. We were determined not to start singing “On the road to Gundagai” but failed miserably and still can’t get the song out of our minds.
Once again, met up with some wonderful puzzlers at the NewsXpress agency in Wagga, run brilliantly by the Sutherland brothers (no, not Donald and Kiefer), but Troy and Dean.
Dianne told James that her father, Don Ross, was 98 years old and whipped through cryptic crosswords with the speed of light. Now haven’t we been telling you how good cryptics are for the brain. Don is the proof!
We got some great publicity on the airwaves from the team at 2WG and gave away some puzzle packs to people who answered the trivia questions we gave them.
Finally we met up with my childhood friend Katherine Peters and her partner Phil and enjoyed a fine meal.