Monday, July 03, 2006

Trouble is, we like it.

All us angsty, moody, brooding, pedantic, intellectual, arrogant and alienating castle types have been sternly told off by Trouble. The trouble is, of course, that we like it. She is right about everything. Everything. I surrender. Do you?

Oh god yes, we too are fools.

She took us to hospital again. Dealt with all the physiotherapy pain. Then we went swimming in the new (heated, hooray) pool at Bigsplat. First laps since Marulla Swimming Pool, on banks of the mighty Big River, were Trouble was ('the biggest kid in the pool' and) making her first forays in 'the world'; working as a waitress at The Palace, and teaching (with Calypso) bellydance at Red Bush Island.

The hinchinbrook girls liked the time travel deep blue. The way we connect to every other time we've swum to that blue. They like the water too, though it's not the sea.

Calypso and Trouble did the hydrotherapy exercises - lots of movements impossible in air are possible in water, they found. They were beaming the whole time. Trouble bought ten passes. We kept quiet all day. She did just fine without us.

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