Maitland Gaol

We went to Maitland Gaol on a whim. Actually I lie, we went to Maitland Gaol because we drove past it, and we've been watching a LOT of the Walking Dead, and it seemed like a good idea to check out our local gaol, just in case. Because you and I know that M, Willow and myself are totally going to survive the initial outbreak and we're going to need a safe place to live later on.

In this scenario, the zombie Apocalypse will be caused by artificial chemicals in food- maybe the world's supply of chicken meat could become contaminated? But realistically, I know the zombie plague will be an airborne bacteria, not a virus transmitted by a bite. I mean, come on. If it's supposed to be contagious and destroy civilisation, then it's gotta be airborne.

Willow is obsessed with a zombie book a friend gave us called "That's not your Mummy anymore." Sometimes she will stick up both her hands and pretend to be a zombie.

When we last visited M's family, Willow kept insisting there was a zombie in one of the rooms. Weirdly, it was the room that M's grandfather stayed in before he died, so we wondered if she was seeing a ghost. When I asked her for a description, she said "blue suit, white shirt, hat." The next day she said "sparkly and spiky.

In non zombie news- Willow's skirt. I made it. Here it is, before I put elastic in. Willow loves the hearts and bunnies best. Also, Maitland Gaol is lovely. Go there. Willow loved the grass, and the cage out the front (really an englarged gate.) She insisted it was a bird cage.