In Remembrance of the little guys without whom the hero's would never have been hero's.

Ode to the Flight Mechanic

Lords of the air they call them

They speak of our opposing fame

The front page of every newspaper

Is endorsed with some pilot’s name

Connected with some deed of valour

Performed by the men in the sky

The usual Henkels or Dornier’s

Come crashing to the earth to die!

There is one chap who gets no medals

You never hear his name

He does not fly in the pale blue sky

Or pose in the news for fame

His job cannot be called romantic

And he’s not in the people’s eye

But our hero’s cannot do without him

And I’ll tell you the reason why

He inspects the kite every morning

And he fills the tank every night

He keeps it running smoothly

And all the pressures right

He’s up at the break on dawn

And he’s there till twilight fades

Pulling his weight at the rear of the crate

Helping to spread the raids

So next time you see some picture

Of a pilot and smiling crew

Remember the bloke who keeps them above

Though he’s only an AC2

And next time you praise a pilot

As the enemy falls a wreck

Keep your mind on the bloke you don’t know

Who answers to the name of Flight Mech

Written by my Dad and his mates while training with the RAF at the beginning of WW2 Dad went on to serve with the RAF in India, training the new Indian Air force, before being demobed in 1947. He spent a lifetime working with aircraft, being a flight Inspector with British Aerospace, clearing the Red Arrows to fly following service and working on air craft such as the Vulcan's and Harriers. He came home from the war, like so many others, he never forgot. I can always remember when watching the Red Arrows display, he would remind us that with out his stamp on the paperwork they would not have even got off the ground. So never forget the little man, he may be just the man you need when your in a tight spot!

Footsie

After two weeks of hard slog i am now a fully qualified Foot health Professional, with the added title of MCFPH MAFHP that makes a total of 21 letter after my name, at this rate I will need to do all my letters in the landscape format just to get the my qualification letters in the heading in. Over the past two weeks i have seen so many pairs of feet ranging from a 15yrs of Ballet dancer to a 97 yr old great great grandma! At the time it seemed that the smell of the less savory ones penetrated your very soul, following you home to reappear at unusual times to remember, Auditory hallucinations I think but pretty weird. I nearly lost it with one patient who's son-in-law had just passed away at home the previous night, he kept talking about it and it sounded so similar to Steven's death that I was so overwhelmed that I didn't know how to handle it, apart from burying my face in his feet like a myopic hobbit and carry on burring and rasping while he carried on off loading his grief that was so like mine. I hope he felt better, not only to get his toenails cut etc, but to be able to talk without feedback or interruption.

my tears

how much do you have to cry until it gets easier to acknowledge that someone has really gone. Its been 6 years since Warren died, yet when I lie awake a night i can still hear his footsteps on the stairs to the front door, just as I used to wait to hear them all those years ago. Then when the phone rings and before i pick it up i can hear Steven with his Helllllllllllooooooooow that he always used to do when calling. I know I can never hear those things again but I still hear them, echoes of memory that will not go away. Part of me wants it to all go away, but part of me wants to keep it, to hold on to those precious memories, all I have left of two people that I loved so much. Yet I also have much to love that is here and real, but sometimes I am afraid, as I am afraid of loosing them also, afraid of having their memories echoing around my life as well, it would be too much to bear. I seem to spend a lot of my life these days being afraid. When i was younger i was not so afraid, and things were black and white, but now its all grey and messy. Fortunately the sun continues to rise each morning and I have another day to contend with. Should keep my mind off things, for a while a least.

V Fest addicts

looks like Claire & Mike enjoyed V fest despite the rain and mud!

Malc's cucumber problem

My friend Malc is having a problem with a cucumbers,

I thought it was more like the immaculate conception?, perhaps its the second coming?

What do you think?

its a bit like alien, just hope it doesn't burst out snarling and dribbling!

the foot

Does any one have a diagnosis!

and shower

Grandmas new bedroom

Sucess on Ebay

I have managed to get my first purchase off ebay !!! Yeeeeh !!!!! an across the board art skate board. It was hard going and only secured in the last 30 secs. I found the stress unbelievable. I paid $520 and all the money goes to the cancer council of NSW, so all for a good cause.

Well done Chris & Bec, Steven would have been proud of you both!

OK so what is going on here, what is the woman doing behind this shifty looking guy?

back on the blog

After being locked out in the cold eventually I have got back on the blog, not only do I have access but I also have a computer that works a little quicker that 2 days to upload a photo and my own access to the internet, what a luxury! well happy blogging!