I don’t know how many of you have been into Poker Machine {Pokies} lounges lately but they are pretty darn fancy! Comfy chairs, dim mood lighting and coffee machines. Seriously, sometimes I like to go hang out in there after particularly difficult days at work and just soak it up. Long gone are the days of the smelly, ciggie laden sticky rooms. Pokie rooms got fancy. So I lounge about, flitting from machine to machine, keeping my coins firmly in hand. I’m a hoteliers worst nightmare.

I drink the coffee.

Sometimes I even eat the cake.

If it’s fresh and carrot.

I enjoy the ice water and comfortable chairs.

It doesn’t mean I’ll spend my money. I don’t.

This round goes to me. Take THAT pokies.


What a strange little post this turned out to be. That happens around here sometimes. I read them and think, really, this is an overdone Facebook status. Possibly unworthy of a mention but somehow essential to include. There are lots and lots of small daily experiences swirling in my head asking for their own space to be recorded. To be written. To exist somewhere. So I’ll let them out. If that’s what they want. I’ll let them out and lay them here for safe keeping.

Even the small, strange ones, with no real place in the world.

That, after all, IS blogging.

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