Here’s how it feels to look fondly into the happily-sloshing contents of the industrial-sized front-loading washing machine, as it slurps away at the dirt and unspeakables ingrained in the motel bedspread from Room 4 … and spy to your horror the Telstra USB stick belonging to the incumbent in Room 4 happily sloshing around with everything else, most notably Dalby water and soapsuds.
Shitty. Really really shitty. That’s how it feels.
© Jane Grieve – www.janegrieve.com.au