Today I went to Wagga with Dad. He had meetings all day, and I had the day to myself. I spent a couple of hours in the Old Empire Tea Rooms, and I wrote you a letter while I was there. This is one of the walls. It's so lovely. I would happily move to Wagga just to be able to go here more often.
I was curled up on a red leather sofa, writing and knitting and perving on the waiting staff and just being very content.