It’s about 2pm and I’m on the phone trying to help poor Ivy so-and-so out of her email pickle, when there is frantic knocking at my back door.
Normally people wouldn’t get past the front gate with Kel on patrol – but she was inside the house with me and didn’t hear anything past the air conditioner.
I finished up my call, went to the back door and there was this overweight, middle aged woman with a miserable look on her face. It is 40 degree heat and she is sweating like a pig, and she asks if she could come in and sit down.
I didn’t know who on earth she was so I suggest she seat herself in the shade on our back veranda.
She said she was visiting a friend of hers a couple of houses up who had a crazy fit and turned her out on the street.. didn’t have transport, stranded out here where there’s only a few houses and the highway. No shops, public transport or phone for miles.
The woman she had the fight with is the local crazy woman – about a year ago she was going around lighting fires in peoples yards. The woman on my veranda is likely to be just as crazy.
Anyway, she’s distressed and says she’s not feeling real well so I get her cold drinks and wet towels to try and cool her down and offer to ring her son to come pick her up.
No answer on his number, so she gives me the number of a friend. Speak to the friend’s son who sounds like he couldn’t give a toss about the situation. So I offer to drive her back into Redbank myself. Ring my boss who’s not there, so leave a message that I have to duck out.
Ring H. before I leave (he’s at work) and he says I should call the local police instead. Now why didn’t I think of that?! So they’ve just been here to pick her up, I didn’t have to drive her anywhere after all.
Well that was my excitement for the day. Not that I really needed it!