Postscript

When I was belatedly and hurriedly composing the 2017 blog, I was going through the photos to jog my memory.  There was a photo of Jan's earring, which eventually reminded me that it was the lost object at the Wallaby Hotel.  She confirmed it.

Next to that was a photo of Jo's sunglasses, and I was wondering why I took it.  Jo had no idea and Jan couldn't remember either. Then this morning it hit me.

We were halfway between Kyogle and Lismore when Jo (who was driving) started ferreting around for her sunglasses. We looked everywhere without success.  Of the three places we had visited in Kyogle, the cafe seemed  the the most likely, so after some Googling, we managed to discover both its name and phone number.  Yes, they had the glasses.

So Jan and I made ourselves comfortable in the motel in Lismore, while Jo drove to Kyogle and back.  How could you forget that?!

That makes three dramas: my leaving the camera at Mamimo near Bundaberg, Jan cutting her finger, and Jo losing her glasses. Time for a drama-free trip, methinks...