Fancy having a surburb called The Patch but it was and about 20 minutes away from Emerald.
It was late when we arrived, 11pm and the owner met us with a lamp out the front. They had also supplied some sandwiches as they thought we may be hungry.
The place was cute and reminded me of my grandparents home in Adelaide, which had actually been our family home when I was a baby. My Uncle had bought it from M and D when dad got a job back in his country town. Uncle Vic had never married and lived with my grandparents, I guess really they lived with him as it was it was his house.
The owners lived in the smaller part of the house. We had two bedroom, one with unsuited, a sitting room and a sun room.
Sunday room with coffee maker toaster and sofa.
The other side of sun room, very large cane chairs and a single bed, fridge and microwave,
Sitting room with table chairs piano and fireplace which he offered to light for us on Saturday night, there was a air con in that room.
My room with queen bed and bathroom.
Unsuited, adequate but tiny. Each bedroom had an oil heater and there were hot water bottles with covers to use.
Silly me when we left, I had put my case near the door ready to go. Ten minutes later, I picked up my handbag and walked out locking the door behind me. Got to the car and realised no case. Had to ring to ask them to open up for us, which turned out OK as we chatted to the guy. He told us it was their sole income, although I would have thought they were pension age.