There was an outside lav and you had to bat the cane toads out of the way to get along the path at night. To put it frankly, the house was a dump and Gympie a pretty ugly town with ugly people. I hated both. There were no window furnishings on the row of louvre windows where I slept and when the sun rose, it shone straight on to me, putting me in a foul temper to begin the day.
There were kids in the house, I assume Ollie's nieces and nephews. I can't remember the father, but I think there was one.
I spent most of time trapping flies. Mother would never have sticky fly paper in our home. Instead she drowned flying critters with a some fast pumping on the DDT dispersal pump. This is fly paper.
But the favoured device for caching flies in Queensland was this thing. How delightful was one's morning cereal when looking at floating dead flies. A slightly sugary syrup was added to bowl and the flies were attracted to it and flew in and could not fly out again and drowned. My anti animal cruelty does not extend to flies. But it was also a device to put over the top of flies, and that was how I amused myself. Flies would land and I would put this device over the top of them and trap them. I prefer 2013 where in such situations I can play with a very different device at the breakfast table.
At some ungodly hour in the morning I was back in Brisbane and Ollie walked me past some half drunk and hungover aborigines in South Brisbane to the bus depot, whereby I caught a coach home, which took a couple of days and at least one night, maybe two. My first visit to the toilet on the bus resulted in my system shutting down for the rest of the journey with no further need of the toilet. The stench from the toilet was unbelievable and permeated the coach. It must have been a very cheap ticket. I suppose the coach stopped along the way for us to buy food.
Queensland and Victoria had different times because of daylight saving, but it was the weekend daylight saving ended or began, ended I guess. I became thoroughly confused as I adjusted my watch back and forth and I did not have a clue what time is was. I was so relieved to arrive back in Melbourne. I suppose I caught the train from town to Oakleigh and then a cab to Grandmother's. I expect my grandmother had to pay the cab fare. Ollie was an honest woman and did repay her share of what we borrowed from my grandmother. I resolved there and there to never have another holiday on the cheap and without adequate funds.
A mutual female friend of an age between Ollie and myself, with whom I had once had a pash and did not enjoy it at all, gave me feedback that Ollie said to her I did nothing but whinge. Partly true, I did complain about the weather but not to Ollie about the holiday itself or her weird and slightly spaced out sister who lived in a hovel.
Absolutely broke, I returned to work, only to find my shifts had been covered because there was a mistake about when I was returning.
Ollie returned from Queensland and our 'relationship' resumed until I left the hotel. I did see her briefly a couple of years later on a tram and it was very much a 'we must catch up' conversation.
Funny, I have always liked older women. Now most of the ones I like are my age or only a little older. You could say I still like older women, but I have caught up with them.