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When I first went to Oz, it was kinda hard. His mother insisted on putting us in a room festooned with photos of him n Janice. But nevertheless, I persisted.

We arrived, just after Napoleon, the bull, had escaped. No coffee and feet up, my first experience of Oz was chasing a very horny bull, down a laneway. Literally before we had even arrived at the farm.

We had a snack and a drink and snuck off to bed. The next morning, he woke me before sunrise. He was so very fucking excited to have his woman in his place. The sun rose, spectacularly. as it often does in Oz.

We took lots of photos on the back verandah. And then went back to bed and fucked like rabbits.

He drove me round everywhere, explaining and telling about everything. I was already madly in love, but I loved him more.

He worked hard on the farm. I was relegated to prepping and serving snacks, and loved it.

I won Ma over by finding little cat.

A couple of days later we did the wonderful ANZAC day celebrations.

Oz and boo, I will always love you.

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