I'm Losing it!

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The weekend weather looked promising so we decided to go to Taupo for a couple of days in our Toyota Hiace campervan. It was a lovely drive, especially the last 30 kms into Taupo.

The road is wide with pine trees on either side. I mentioned to Bruce how appealing it must be for tourists who live in congested places and can't travel on roads that are not jam-packed with traffic.

We spent the afternoon roaming around the town and visited the Events Centre where a Sixth Sense exhibition was being held. Lots of crystals, Tarot cards, back massages, self-healing, aura photographs, palm reading, all of which were most interesting.

One lady told us our backs were out of alignment by holding onto a piece of wood, shaped like a toy spinning top, that either whirled around in frenzy or simply hung on to the end of the piece of string as she moved it down our spines.

It reminded me of the way we used to see if we were having a boy or girl when we held a ring on a piece of string above our pregnant tummies and waited to see if it would spin round or swing from left to right.

We drove along the lake edge where we parked the van, had a cup of tea, put our feet up and promptly fell asleep. By the time we woke up it was almost dark and definitely time for something to eat. Just for a change we decided on KFC where, as usual, you walk in the door and, straight away, look up at the various menus displayed above the counter.

I ordered my meal but told young girl who served me that I didn't want the soft drink but would like coffee instead. I delved into my purse, brought out a plastic card that entitled me to a free cup of coffee, and waved it in front of her. 'Can I use this card?' I questioned. 'Sure', she answered, 'just help yourself from the machine on the counter.'

The machine spat out the best Cappuccino I've had for many a long year, fluffy, sweet and extremely hot. The little man inside must have the special recipe!

After our meal we drove to the Wairakei truck stop where we were able to park for the night. It's a good safe spot where about 6 other vans were parked. As we had no power and could only run the lights for a short time off the van battery we had a very early night.

Bruce was asleep before 8 o'clock and I read for about half an hour before turning out the light.

In the early hours of the morning I woke with a start and lay there wondering what had woken me up. What had woken me up was a thought in my head. I recapped on our visit to KFC, could clearly see the free coffee card I'd waved around and realised in that moment that the card was, in fact, one from McDonalds! KFC don't have such a thing.

So now I'm thinking, did the young lady behind the counter indulge me? Did she think 'Poor old lady, she must be desperate for a coffee?'

Am I losing it? But if I was losing it (whatever 'it' is) I wouldn't remember it, would I?

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