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Hello, Editor Des here. I have been in Sydney doing some historical research. However, my trip turned into a real life drama
So here’s what happened. I went into the city on the bus with my guardian, Pauline Conolly. It was a bit rainy, so when we got off at Wynyard Square Pauline put up her brolly. Then a big puff of wind came and suddenly she was gone!! JUST LIKE THAT.
Oh my hat!!
I thought she might have blown into one of the big fig trees, but not of a sign of her.
Nope!
Hellooooo?
It was all a bit worrying. I walked up to Macquarie Street (that’s her favourite) and stopped at the bronze wild boar outside Sydney Hospital. You can rub his shiny nose and make a wish. It was a bit high, but a kind council man helped me up. I promised the spirits of very lost people that if I could find my dearest guardian I would never misbehave ever again. I would give up my worst habits
I’d even give up the smokes.
I wish I could find Pauline. She’s not a bad old soul really.
Well the spirits must have been listening, because a bit further down the road I found her card wallet in the gutter! I knew it was hers, because there was her blue Library Friend card. It allows her to enter a very special place that other people can’t go in. A bit ‘elitist’ Dr Bob says (whatever that means).
A big clue! Pauline loves the Library.
Pauline says that the old part of the library not only has books, but special pillars of wisdom and a lamp of learning. Do you know what? If you stand exactly where you can see the lamp shining between the pillars, all the mysteries of life will be revealed. So that’s what I did.
Foyer of the Mitchell Library, Sydney.
And then I heard a disembodied voice. It said, ‘Editor Des…what does Pauline Conolly like even more than books?’
Hmmm, she does loves birds, and my other (slightly kinder) guardian, Dr Bob Conolly. She probably doesn’t love them more than books though….Bwahaha. Oooh, I know. Of course; COFFEE AND CAKE!
I ran around to the library cafe, and there she was. Wot a relief. I’m not putting her photo here though, because this story is far more about me than her.
Pauline’s passion, coffee and carrot cake.
Of course there was one sad thing for me to think about; ‘Why didn’t Pauline go back to Wynyard Square to find me?? Any thoughts?
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Goodbye for now. xx