Day 7

Up at 6.00am. All back to normal, by the looks of it. Milking and feeding again before breakfast. And then a stint down the veggie garden for some more scrambling around in insect utopia. Any creepy crawly phobias are not welcome in this environment. I have seen some pretty weird looking dudes whilst working on the station. The other night I saw...and no word of a lye...a flying beetle the size of a tennis ball!! I cried yesterday too...not because of the beetle..and woaw...now ...don't get worried or start feeling sorry for me...I obviously needed it and was glad of the release. My time here has evoked emotional and vunerable feelings in me that I did not expect. Im a tough cookie and not afraid of hard work, however isolation, fatigue and the utter despair at my increasing scars and bruises has made me realise, lifes to short to be feeling like shit and eaten alive as we speak. My back started playing up again yesterday too. So with this in mind, I decided to knock a couple of days off my stay here. Need another massage or some kind of medical intervention and could do with a bloody Snickers bar too! Leaving Sunday instead of next Thursday. Going back to Darwin and hopefully will get in a balloon ride and maybe some crocodile wrestling before moving on....yes back to the stuff i'm used to, but probably not what the doctor ordered...tough shit doc, you aint here to wag your theraputic finger me mate. Today, I also helped Mike build a paddock and some barbed wire fences. Plus I have met a new adversary in the bush...the bloody grass seed! Didnt show Mike, but for a moment out there, I thought I was gonna have to rip my shorts off. Silently panicking as I scratched what I thought, was an army of ants in my pants! One last thing before bed. A stint modelling for some promotional photos, for the guest room business. Cool.