Small town, small talk

A grocers family took me in. For 200 dollar a week I kept the house neat and tidy and picked the kids up from school and dropped them at their sport clubs. The three kids cooked in turns and both parents worked the majority of the week in the local grocery shop. I had more time off than I could handle. I ran laps around a pond down town, followed a course in line dancing (great fun hopping about with man and woman of all sizes and ages) and went to martial arts. The kids allowed me to join their social circle and so I socialized accordingly. There was a B&S ball and the odd weekend on a cattle station of a befriended family. The mother and the son were gifted piano players and the station was very well kept and preserved. Some of the sheds way out could have easily been part of an outdoor museum. I loved the time spent there. And there was a but about this town. My Dutch big city mentality and style was tolerated but not approved of and in the end it got to me. I did not feel like adjusting as I was convinced 'they' were narrow minded and I came to Australia to broaden mine. Also there was not much to do. When I got a secretarial position offered at the mines I realized it was time to move on.