One reason we chucked everything in and hit the road was that we were sick of dealing with dogma and bureaucracy, and, for the last three years we've largely avoided the day-to-day BS that most people have to endure.

That was until my Dad died, and we were dragged kicking and screaming back into that world, a world of paper work and forms.

In fact it's three worlds because everything has to be in triplicate. Not just the forms, everything. It took three trips into the motor registry to change Dad's car into our name, three trips into the bank to close his account, etc. etc. etc.

It's just so bloody frustrating dealing with institutions and people who really don't give a rodent's posterior. There have been exceptions, but not many.

As I write this editorial we have just about got everything sorted and are relaxing on our new acquisition, 25 acres of near-virgin bush.

It's been very traumatic, and all I can ask is, "Dad, please don't do that again"

Till next time then, and remember,

don't dream it, be it!