Things change

About a fortnight ago they bulldozed the police station I walk past on my way to work - to make way for a modern new one with watchhouse. It was once a lovely old Queensland style building - all weatherboard walls, wide verandahs and tin roof. Then someone made it ugly by adding a besser block facade to the front. I wonder what they'll do this time.

They're renovating the solicitor's too. As I passed one of the open windows I heard a worker singing. It reminded me of my father who always sang when he worked - ditties and sad songs - songs he says were on the 'Hit Parade' when he was young. It's wonderful what people do for themselves when there's no radio to struggle against.

There is a new cafe as well. Over Christmas they closed the delicatessan, renovated and re-opened as a coffee shop. Instead of sitting on benches on the side of the footpath the old Italian men sit outside the cafe, speaking in dialects they don't know in Italy anymore.

It's an interesting little town and I am falling in love with it. I don't really want to leave but I know I'll have to - probably sooner rather than later.