It’s been an almost two weeks of hell-hot weather in Gunnedah. Think 40-degree days, relentless sun, and the kind of heat that makes you question all your life choices. Add in the joy of perimenopause and a caravan with no running water, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a meltdown—both literal and emotional.
When the Water Pump Says ‘Nope’
We found out the hard way at Lake Keepit that our water pump had well and truly shit itself. So, with our tails between our legs (and sweat pooling in places we’d rather not mention), we hightailed it back to Gunnedah to regroup.
Upon arrival at the local caravan park, the manager—bless his observant soul—noticed our caravan wheels were completely out of alignment. Cue another layer of stress. Google searches for caravan wheel alignments and water pump replacements in the area were disheartening at best. When the options are slim, and the heat is relentless, a minor inconvenience can spiral into full-blown despair. And it did.
Hot, Sweaty, and Over It
Let’s talk about hot sweaty thigh legs for a moment. Pair them with perimenopausal mood swings, and you’ve got a hormonal pressure cooker just waiting to blow. But we pushed through. We ordered the water pump (and Daz, ever the optimist, threw in a water filter for good measure). It arrived today, so progress is being made—slowly.
A Win for Daz, and Networking for Me
In the midst of our caravan crisis, some good news came through—Daz landed a job as the local exercise physiologist! Big win. As for me? No job leads yet, but I’m not one to sit back and wait. I’ve got a knack for cracking into even the cliquiest of communities, and Gunnedah seems like a town where connections are everything. Challenge accepted.
The Stars (and Drinks) Aligned
Two nights ago, we finally caught a break. A few drinks, a few laughs, and some fellow caravanners to share the evening with. Enter Junior, a legend in his 70s who introduced us to an app that tracks planetary alignments. That night, it wasn’t just the planets lining up—three slightly tipsy astronomers were also wandering the caravan park, offering their wisdom (and their beer). We traded numbers and when we're up Gladstone way we have a place to stay and tour guide!
Making Headway
Today, we made some inroads with the locals, and tomorrow, it’s all guns blazing. We’re not just passing through—we’re here to make our mark (and hopefully get that damn wheel alignment sorted).
Cleo the Cat: The Midnight Menace
As if the heat and stress weren’t enough, enter Cleo the Cat—our nocturnal tormentor. This little fluffball has been giving us sleepless nights, prowling the caravan, demanding attention, and generally acting like she owns the place (which, let’s be real, she does). Between the heat, the stress, and Cleo’s midnight antics, restful sleep is a distant memory.
For now, though, it’s just us, our caravan, and the unrelenting Gunnedah heat. Stalled but not stopped, and the unrelenting Gunnedah heat.
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