We reached Karijini by the morning, and fancied a spicy brekkie, so popped into a curry house. A fellow from a neighbouring town called Tom Price served us up a fine curry. Bonzo and I were half way through a veggie vindaloo, when a genie emerged from between the pilau and potato and said it could grant us any wish we desired.
Bonzo kindly allowed me to have the wish, and I said I’d like to talk to my other half if possible, the one (half) and only Green. And the curry genie was as good its word, because by the time we ‘d finished off the colourful kulfi Green was talking to me from the good ol’ UK. It didn’t seem off colour at all.
It was a wonderful and emotional chat, and we also had time to set up a new Facebook page for our united Greenygrey selves, to commemorate three years of existence.