Our caravan park drains were blocked so I had to get one of the workers to unblock them as water from our washing machine was making more mud. Most of our washing was put through the dryer because there was little sun and wind.
I drove to Vermont South via tollways, listening to frequent e-tag beeps. I haven’t seen my father since January 2020, but he recognised me even though I was wearing the compulsory N95 face mask and plastic face shield. He hasn’t been 100% lately and kept falling asleep while I was with him – I mustn’t have been scintillating company! He told me he needed new pyjamas so I went to Kmart and bought him some, plus other bits and pieces. He later told one of his carers I had visited, which indicates his short term memory is not too bad.
Many shoppers at the Vermont South shopping centre were wearing masks, but at the large Chirnside Park complex very few wore masks. I decided to play it safe and wore my mask as Victorian hospitals are overwhelmed by Covid and flu patients.
Back at our caravan park I walked Blue and Tilly. I let him off his lead so they could have a fun wrestle. As I wandered back to our van, I noted our immediate outlook is not attractive, with a works area one side and van storage the other side.
We discovered some problems caused by condensation inside the van. This is a recurring problem and one that is difficult to manage when we travel to colder areas. Running the diesel heater at 12° overnight helps the main living area stay free of condensation, but we found moisture inside cupboards and other enclosed areas. I hand washed several curtains affected by dampness. Blue didn’t like all the disruption to the normal routines.
As I was walking down to the laundry for the umpteenth time I caught glimpses of the sunset.
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