I’m the outback spaceman, baby; I’ve got speed
I’ve got everything I need
I’m the outback spaceman, baby; I can fly
I’m a supersonic guy
I don’t need pleasure
I don’t feel pain
If you were to knock me down I’d just get up again
I’m the outback spaceman, baby; I’m makin’ out
I’m all about
I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face
My natural exuberance spills out all over the place
I’m the outback spaceman, I’m intelligent and clean
Know what I mean?
Back to Billiluna yesterday and finally started on cleaning up the donga. Committed genocide on a billion spiders that festooned the walls and ceiling. Some looked as if they might be redbacks who had moved in during my absence. I spent a lot of time cleaning up the deliberately spilt food and herbs and spices, scrubbing and bleaching and sorting out the stuff thrown on the floor, at least where I needed to walk. Bedding all washed and sanitised with Domestos. Unpleasant little gifts uncovered and removed as I went.
I got a better idea of what was gone, and what was not. I hate to add up the coast of what I have lost. Sentimental value aside, I think it possibly amounts to around 15 to 20 grand. It is ironic, isn’t it, that a few blogs ago after the first burglary, I wrote that I had too much stuff and I needed to figure out what to do with it. I guess that problem is solved.
Finally, having made a good start on the mess, and finding myself psychologically stable in the face of this shit heap, I decided to sleep and start again in the morning. I set up my CPAP and settled down on my mattress with a sleeping bag. Within minutes my skin was crawling and I was being bitten by something tiny I could not see or catch. Cooties?
Sod this. I can cope with the smell of pee and the other adversities, but this was too much. I pack up my kit and drive back to Halls Creek, itching all the way, arriving at the SPQ around midnight. Hot shower, clothes into the washing machine to soak with hot water and bleach, then to bed in what seems to have become my second home. I shall try again next week after giving the place a good permethrin spray and airing out.
For those newcomers who have not been following, the story so far:
I live in a remote community in the outback in a small portable home called a donga.
I was burgled twice in a month while I was away from the place, the second in particular being very devastatingly thorough in removal of my property and destruction of what was not taken.
CPAP: Constant Positive Air Pressure machine. A device for those who suffer sleep apnoeia. I am one.
SPQ: The Shire of Halls Creek Single Persons Quarters, A sad lonely place for people who have no one to love them. Elvis called it “Heartbreak Hotel”.
Now read on…