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2010-06-17T03:46:00.000-07:00

Och eye the noo,

After 20 years of Australia, and the last 5 years returning there for my holidays, I am actually booked on a holiday in Bonnie Scotland. In all my 54 years of being British I have only visited Scotland twice,

1st visit, 1976 yes the hottest of years, drove with my ex husband ( a trial at the best of times), and in laws from Malaysia in a huge ford station wagon hire car up to Loch ness, stayed in a B&B run by a very nice couple from GERMANY! My in laws refused to go out because the 'sun is too hot'! my 18month out son hated the heat and grizzled most of the way, except for a trip on the loch.

2nd visit, 2003 visiting from Australia and on way to visit relos in Belfast navigated my sister up to Glasgow airport park&fly, after driving through some of the most distressing industrial wasteland, we arrived at some run down railway building, this could not be the place could it? Yes it was! a small , shabby Scotsman came out and spoke in some intelligible accent eventually gesturing us to go into the building, took the car keys and drove off in my sisters car! Well that's the last time we were going to see that I thought! entering the building we were asked to wait in a small room, I've see nicer rooms in Australia, and we call them bush dunnies, but a quick visit to the toilet was even more horrific, there was a fungus growing in there which was half way evolved to a full grown adult! A hair raising trip in a mini bus that I doubt could have passed an MOT ( none of the seat belts worked) with a couple of Americans who were in such a state of shock they were white faced and silent! We arrived at the airport in time and had a great trip to Northern Ireland, on the trip back my sister was not happy that I wanted to bet on whether she would get the same car back, but despite all the worries, it was returned safe and well!

So now I only have to wait for September to see just what Sctoland can really offer!

Ready Steady Cook

2008-03-29T17:24:00.000-07:00

So here we are in Sydney on the set of Ready Steady Cook with Peter Everett, it was a great show, but not being broadasted until October! Had a great laugh as the warm up guy was continously pulling faces, especially at the suggested recipies!

The Fruitcake theory

2008-02-27T08:42:00.000-08:00

Forest Gump may think that life is like a box of chocolates but I think of it more like a fruit cake, a traditional old English rich fruitcake.

Life is made up of many different parts, experiences and challenges, just like a fruit cake,

The fruit is like the chewy bits of life that you can get your teeth into and then reap the reward of the rich fruit flavours, of course some bit are a bit chewier than others, and some have more or less flavour but it is the diversity that gives substance to your life.

The nuts are those hard little bits of life, some of which you think are so hard as to break your teeth, some that leave that bitter taste in your mouth, and some that just add fibre to a bland diet.

The cherry’s are those precious moments, finding the love of your life, the birth of a child, the achievements that fill you will pride. The bits you want to show off to all, that your slice of the cake is better for having cherry’s in it.

The cake mixture that is made from butter, eggs and flour are like the love, faith and hope that binds our lives together, giving it substance and making it whole.

And the icing??

Well the icing on the top of the cake is of course sex, the crowning glory, the elation and molding of 2 into 1 if only a few brief but ecstatic seconds.

And we all know what happens if you have the icing without the cake, yes it tastes good, but it soon melts away and very soon you’re hungry again because it lacks the substance to sustain life with its complex balance of requirements.

So life is more like a fruit cake, enjoy it and the icing together!

A weekend in Prague

2008-01-19T07:07:00.000-08:00

This was a great birthday present from my daughter Sarah, a great weekend in Prague!!

2007-11-10T14:45:00.000-08:00

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

2007-10-29T12:10:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-01T14:50:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-20T14:40:00.000-07:00

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

Malc's cucumber problem

2007-08-17T10:52:00.001-07:00

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

2007-08-16T11:32:00.001-07:00

Does any one have a diagnosis!

and shower

2007-08-16T11:29:00.001-07:00

Grandmas new bedroom

2007-08-16T11:27:00.001-07:00

Sucess on Ebay

2007-08-12T02:03:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-07-21T14:56:00.001-07:00

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

back on the blog

2007-07-21T14:51:00.000-07:00

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!