First off, as every man and his dog had been up to Katoomba but me, i decided to go. Actually, I decided to go weeks ago and just for once, I stuck to my guns. Just for a hot chocxolate and a glimpse of any remaining autumn leaves.
So we set out early on a clear wintery morning and saw kangaroos from the train on the way up, several mobs, in fact. I thought they'd killed them all when they turned the last of the reserve over to McMansions but they seem to be thriving on the remaining pockets of wasteland. Go Skippy!
So we got to Katoomba, had our hot chocolate and pretty much spent all morning winding in and out of coffee shops and antique stores down one side of the main street and all afternoon working our way back up the other. Never even went near the three sisters, tsk. It was fun though. I got myself a set of ridiculous flamingo salt and pepper shakers that reminded of something equally silly yet beloved my grandmother used to have, an equally silly boombox handbag, just like the one I saw on the M3 bus heading north on Madison, around 50th, so I knew I had to go back and get it. Only cost me $5.00 and it is silly but I just had to have it.
Also bought myself a vintage stole superior in every way to the one my mother had but said I could never have on account of being fat and ugly (my mother, everyone). Anyway, it was so warm, folded on my lap on the train home I totally got it, these things are cosy. Just like a cat without the annoying scratching, said the Peanut Gallery, and thus the stole is now known as Mr Frisky. I'm sorry, but I had to have it, and it was vintage. And it was so warm.
It was a good day out and put a little colour back in my cheeks. Stil sulking a bit. It's not White Collar so much, but the deeper questions it raised, like why didn't I just show some backbone and sort out all the so called problems over the phone. Or even better, tell the person with no money to get a real job, or the other people unable to do my job to show some respect maybe, but no, didn't do that, either. I'm so furious I allowed myself to be bullied home. I'm furious that I didn't say no. I'm miserable that I didn't think I had any right to, or deserved to say no.
So I've said no a lot since I've come home. If I don't get to do what I want, I won't submit to doing stuff I really don't want to do, either.
Through all this though, I kept thinking that this would have never have happened if it had been Ewan. Ewan would never let me down. Nor did he.
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