Roxie is an adequate journalist in her own way, I suppose, but sadly narrow minded. So I am logging on to fill in some important points. On the journey from Canberra to Sydney, we pulled in to a town named Goldbourough (I think) which is the center for wool production in Australia. And did she even mention this? It might be the cold, I suppose,, that has left her so lax. In Goldbourough, they have a statue of the world’s biggest Merino. Is he not inspiring?
And then, when she told about her bridge trip, she nattered on about the nuisance of not being able to take her camera or even bobby pins, but she neglected entirely the whole issue of sheep exclusion! The
Bridge Climb company categorically refused to allow me to come along. And when I suggested to Roxie that she smuggle me under her clothes, she pointed out that the jumpsuits they are obliged to wear zip up the back. People must have tried to smuggle sheep on to the bridge before, and this proves their irrational prejudice against sheep on the bridge climb. Roxie suggested that it was to prevent men from whipping it out and whizzing over Sydney, but I’m sure it is specifically designed to prevent sheep from making the climb. So I had to sit in the locker for three hours while she and her dear husband frolicked in the sunshine. This sort of treatment is intolerable, and I intend to use my journalistic position to fight it! Sheep of Australia, unite! Arise and throw off the chains of oppression that prevent you from living a free and full life!
Miss Lulu didn’t want to climb the bridge so she and Bobby stayed in the room.
Today, we are all going to Featherdale Animal park. I wonder if THEY will exclude sheep?