Easter is over and i have a tummy ache.


Once again, it has been far too long between ‘drinks’ oops I mean blog posts.

Although- come to think about it – it has been a long while since I had a nice glass of vino.

There has been so much going on in the world I have had a bit of writers block.  Where do I start? What should I really comment on? etc etc. yes it has happened to all of us.  How do I know that – wellllllllll !!!!  there are numerous other blogs that post about this particular topic. Even the Daily Post  and The Community Pool had some tips, recently.

I have had plenty of laughs over at The Return Of The Modern Philosophers blog.    Man can Austin pull some type of witty repartee outta the bag, even when he is dog tired from the day job, and its current all about Mr Trump.

Colleen Cheesboro has had me fantasying about all things Fairies, the bottom of the garden and some great links to those helpful sites  -for writers block.

Whilst the contributors to the site called The Seeds for Life have been my de facto cheer squad. Just to get me out of bed and tame / tie up /wrangle the black dog that resides at my house.

As for all of you Thanks.  I hope you all had a very nice Easter.TN_pic073b

Here’s some more candy; just in case you have not had enough.

At the big chain supermarket, where I work, it was frenetic to say the least from as soon as school got out for holidays the week before up till today.

Seriously folks it’s only ONE WHOLE DAY that we are totally shut.  But you spent $$$$$$ like it really was growing on (sustainable regrowth) forest of trees.  That was OK, as far as our management were concerned. It made us look fantastic for the all important bottom line.   As for my team of replenishment experts I was incredibly proud of the way you ( us) all pulled together and got those never ending pallets – split, sorted and onto the shelves as quickly as possible.

The Customer Service team – again you rocked because even though SOME customers thought you were fair game for all their woes, moaning and bad moods ( because Aunty r and Uncle P with their 4 precious kids had dropped in unannounced) you stood tall ( and proud) SMILED and ensured everyone of them it truly was a wonderful day to be alive.

As for those of you WHO THOUGHT THEY COULD SHOPLIFT, just a few extra Easter Treats; well sorry but we really were on to you as soon as you skulked into our stores.  Yes even the paying customers dobbed you in.  So HA!!

OK it did not quite have a 100% strike rate there but it was a lot less than the company anticipated.    Folks  here’s a friendly tip: majority of us are casually employed and Yes it is as hard for us to make ends meet but that does not mean we stoop to your level.  You only make it hard for every one else.   So please stop trying unless you really do ‘want your day in court’.

Now one more extra special thanks:  “Lightning”: I know you are reading this and I know you are still safe. (Thank you Big Guy upstairs.. I feel blessed to know this fact. My own Easter miracle).

I truly loved the BIG bunch of flowers you left at the customer service desk for me..

I only wish you had waited just long enough for me to see you.  They made me cry. Of which I really did not want me peers see me do…. See! they all think I have no heart and I am this emotionless person who they adore as their Team Leader.  So damn you in the nicest possible way.

I still have some of them left sitting in that beautiful hand crafted vase you gave me all those years ago.  So do not forget your mum for Mothers Day.

I hope all of you had a great Easter.   Cheers.5573


denial!! hmmm or is it ?

via Daily Prompt: Denial

Just one more piece of chocolate, she chided herself.   Seriously how could it really hurt?

Really it is Easter time and there was the one’s left over from Valentines.  Damn the calendar at this time of EVERY YEAR.

And, all that marketing, product placement, shiny, glittery, eye catching wrappers.  One more chocolate really could not hurt?  ” Just look at all the other people around you; their not in denial…..or are they?” Again the voice of reason reared its VERY BIG UGLY HEAD.

As her left hand reached forth for the next one, the dark voice suddenly sounded louder in her head.   “Remember the last time? hmmm .”  ” OK it was incredibly stupid of me she retaliated. BUT…its Easter.”

“Can I help you today?” came the voice, of the real reason why she was in that store for the 6th day running.   Nope, she was in denial just like majority of the world; at this time of year.  She was hooked on dark chocolate with almonds, coconut or anything that had Lindt on the wrapper.

It just happened that this one came with a hunky guy serving her also.    More denial, what chance did she have there when she was 140lbs, 5ft 5″, mousey brown hair and freckly face.

As she smiled shyly at him, “just these today…err thanks.”  Ohh well there is always the gym next week.


for my friend Adam

And anyone else who is grieving for a loved one.

The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you […]

via You Will Be Whole Again — Eddie Two Hawks

Mental Health for all of us

I am sharing this link from Renegade Press because it is evocative, raw, emotional and very very honesty about the most pressing issue in ever bodies lives.  Please read it, share it and then open up the lines of communication – even if you only feel a little blue for a day or two.


“Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.” J.K. Rowling August 28th, 2016. Remember the date. Because it’s important, and I’m going to come back to it a few paragraphs from now. In 2015, I lost a friend to suicide. In 2016, I lost another. The passing of my friends devastated […]

via Eunoia — The Renegade Press


via Daily Prompt: Nervous

“Äre you nervous?”asked the man

“Are you nervous ?”they countered, with small wry smile, that was now nervously twitching at the bottom lip.

“Sure you are not nervous?”they asked again.  This time with a bit more concern in their voice. Really what could go wrong. It had been planned for many months now, even years.  The sun was warm and, finally shining.  The trees had just started to turn those brusque autumn colors.  The air was coolish but not cold. People had begun to arrive. Car tyres made a crunching noise, s they slowly drove up the long winding drive and turned into the car park. The water refracted a rainbow of many shimmery, sparkling colors.  It bounced off the tree trunks. A lone cockatoo could be heard chatting away in the nearby forest.

Another couple walked toward them. Tall, strong, more confident in their stance.   Smiling pleasantly toward them; they too asked “Äre you nervous?”.  Ï would be, if I was in your shoes”.  The man boldly stated. But then it was not him about to do this.  He was just there to photograph the whole thing.

“ready?” she queried. Ï am if you are”they countered.

” ök then lets get on with it; only going to this once.” they quietly whispered to nobody at all.  Slowly they walked down the path, past the flowering gums and manicured hedges, watching their steps, not daring to look forward. As they stepped onto the deck a slight breeze blow her hair across her face.

Äre you sure you are not nervous?’ they asked for the final time.

“No yes no not really, ohh its all a bit stupid to be nervous now, isn’t it?

She took her hand out of theirs and slowly grasped for the outstretched one. It was warm, strong and very reassuring. “Its OK I won’t let you down, just follow me”he said in a  commanding, authoritative yet  soothing voice.   All the while her mind went blank and just focused on the amazing vista.  He held her tight and whispered in her ear “Are you ready to do this?

“ÿes no maybe. I am really nervous”she whispered back.

” It is OK you really are safe with me now”.

He kissed her gently on the side of the cheek. As the breeze tickled her face, she felt his arms grip her tightly, then she was falling, falling, falling at great speed.  Looking into his eyes she suddenly let out a huge scream of pure joy.   Then ‘bang’the rope snapped loudly echoing across the valley.  As they hung upside bouncing he asked äre you nervous now?’.











Happy Coincidences……

On another blog I write : Valencia Princess is living outside the hexagon.

I posted many pictures about my trip 2 and half years ago to Outback Queensland.  With the 3rd anniversary of my fathers passing, being yesterday, I found myself re reading these posts.   I still get warm and fuzzy feelings whenever I read or see news worthy stories of this area.  Maybe in a past life I actually lived there.

Anyway on Landline today, a fantastic show on the ABC every Sunday about life on the land.  LO and behold there were two stories in one about 2 amazingly terrific people who live there.

Both are prime examples of the resilience and toughness of our rural women.

So I would like you to follow the links to their stories of how they both thought outside the square and became buddy entrepreneurs.

The first woman is Julie Brown from near Ilfracombe, which is situated apx half way between Longreach and Blackall, with her business called Coola Cozzies.



And The other is Joy Mc Clymont from a little further south west of Julie. Her business is Off the track Training.


They are both on Facebook, twitter and Instagram for those of you who utilise these platforms.  So please check them out.

I just want to say “You go girls”because I do know of how hard of life you both have and to be so positive in times of drought makes you both exceptional women. Adding to the already LONG LINE of exceptional men and women who founded our great country.

I wish you both the best of luck with your online businesses. And I definitely will be coming back to your neck of the woods soon.



Today is three years since my dad passed away.

It was  quick agonising death that only took four days. Metastatic Melanoma.

Today I went to the International Airshow at Avalon, because he loved planes, trains, and trucks etc. I thought it would be appropriate to take his spirit there since he never got a chance to go see such a spectacular event.    It was loud, from all the jets and helicopters and PA system, busy with easily 20,000 people doing much the same.  And mindbogglingly fascinating.   I still miss him and wish he was here to share my blogs.

I miss writing letters to him and making his favorite fruitcake with toasted almond slivers on top; and the endless chats over strong black tea with 2 sugars.

i miss cooking him simple hearty meals and the way he would always be interested in what the kids where up to.

I miss everything there is to be said about him.  I still miss my father – Robert “bob”Charles Swain born in Preston, Victoria and passed away, unfortunately in the Andrew Love Cancer Centre Geelong .

So here are some photos of my dad from the earlier years. Damn he was a good looking bloke.