Down in the recesses of my backpack, tattered and dowdy, and bereft of cover, lurks a cheque book. Rarely does an occasion call for its use, as it passes on into obscurity. Technology of an age passed, a reminder of ‘Principles of Book-keeping’ with Mr Landers, down in the lower transportables – fondly known as ‘Siberia’ – at Muswellbrook High School in 1962. I felt so grown up learning how to write a cheque. I glowed inside with self-importance.
I wonder when Pamela O’Malley Jones learnt to write a cheque, just as I wonder what else she has misplaced, and does she have a ‘key’ routine as she enters her house each evening. I THINK I have a key-routine, but as I rarely follow it, I guess the word ‘routine’ is erroneous. Hopefully soon, ‘Screen Trees Aust.’ will rocket said O’Malley Jones for non-payment.
I wonder what she screened with the trees.