November 11, 2007
This afternoon we take the car and leave for Geelong. 'How do you say that, Geelong?' Catherine says, using a J for the first letter. 'That's it,' I say, 'Jeelong,' I start laughing. 'It is not,' she says, so I tell her the right pronunciation. 'Gee-long,' I say, 'like in Gee-Whizz,' We both laugh. 'I'm going to pull over, you can drive,' I tell her a bit later. Then I sit in the passenger seat, feet up on the dash looking out at the Macdonalds, the KFC, the Bargain Bed Bonanzas and feeling sad and very sorry for this country.