The Dream that Died

I once had a dream that we would live in rural Australia, in a dusty town miles from anywhere. We would have six kangeroos in the garden. They would be called Hoppy, Skippy, Jumpy, Bouncy, Springy and Boingy.

Not long ago I saw a job advertised in such a place. It had its own general store and the nearest town (Mount Isa) was only 400km away down a (sealed) road. The place was 400km from nowhere. Funnily enough I wasn't tempted.

That dream's dead then.