I’ve lost track of the number of days that have passed.

Forced to guess, I’d say seven. I guess that tomorrow will mark a week in Australia. A daystone if ever I’ve seen one.

The three-set moved out (england[0], scottland[0], scottland[1]). In moved a Canadian. I remember her name. They wrote it down and stuck it on the door: Lindsay.

Some time during the evening, I set off for Hyde Park. It wasn’t much of a journey, as it is fairly close by. I saw all manner of strange creatures and bugs. There was a large jumping mouse-ish thing. Bats made their bat-ish noises from the trees, and circled high above. There were even a hobos sleeping on select members of the large set of benches which litter the park.

There were raised light-globules illuminated the trees along the brick-ish paths. I have pictorial proof, if you don’t believe