Thursday, 20 November 2014

Adventure before dementia

Fifty something, mother of three, just released 
after twenty plus years of juvenile detention, 
caught up in Sydney sex pest ring.
I too could see the headlines...

This is the first week of the rest of my life!
In fact today is it. 
The day of reckoning.
I've been telling my husband that 
just as soon as the kids are all through school
I'm coming with him on all his business trips...

He's been telling me for twenty-two years
that I'll get bored and won't last the distance.
Tuesday our youngest finished school
and Thursday I got up at 5am to fly to Sydney.
Woo hoo!



So far, so good.
Breakfast in the Virgin lounge and no washing up
the secret fast track lounge exit direct into priority boarding,
A taxi to the hotel 
arriving before anyone back home had even woken up.
This is so alright.

Within three hours of being left to get bored in a 4.5 star hotel - duh!
Events have taken quite a turn. 

I was by the swimming pool
because for some unfathomable reason 
the hotel did not get the hint that 
I'm in the top 1% of Trip Advisor reviewers in Melbourne
and having rocked up in Sydney before 9am 
they seemed hell bent 
in making me wait for a room until the 2pm check in...


When a man without a stitch on, butt naked
whistles from a top floor room!
He's standing in front of his glass balcony
with all his ermm 'wares' on display...

I bury my head in my magazine
thinking, I don't know what I was thinking,
but I was wondering whether I'd got an over active imagination...

I carry on reading 'how to make the perfect Christmas pudding'
or something of that ilk.
When I hear another whistle, and another model like pose on the balcony
Woah, what's not to like about these business trips?

At this point I'm still thinking he knows the bikini lady opposite.
She ignores the whistles...

This time he's leaning forward on the glass
everything's squashed but clearly visible.
Sausages in gladwrap come to mind, 
but maybe, dear readers, that's way too much information for you?
You see despite my sixty million pairs of reading glasses,
my long range vision has remained 'perfect'. 
Unfortunately.


Right! 
I gather up my towel
and tell a rather surprised pool attendant
who is expecting me to announce that my room is finally ready,
that there's a pervert on the 12th Floor and I'm off to get my camera
And 'when I've got a photo, we're calling the police' I say!

'Ohhhh, is he young?'
'I've no idea', I replied, 
'I wasn't looking at his face'.

Throwing caution to the wind,
I'm back on my sun lounger, camera ready.
I never stopped to think how I might explain a naked man 
on my photo stream to my husband this evening...

When across from the other side of the pool
another gent appears...
a tad over dressed for poolside,
in a snappy navy suit with a walkie talkie to his ear.
Rats! 
It's management. 
I'll never get the evidence now.

He chats to bikini lady, with crackling walkie talkie in hand, 
he's not from the NCIS school of investigation either
 his head bent back checking out the balconies - subtle or what?
I guess he's going for the deterrent policy...
I'm still into entrapment...

He comes to me and I retell the situation.
Magically a room is now available for me,
I'm ushered away from the pool
A key appears, it's on the 10th Floor
'but I thought we were having an upgrade to the top floor?' 

'You are. 
It is.
 But I didn't want to put you on the same floor 
until we've investigated further!'
Does he think that Guy was flashing at Moi ?!!!!
OMG no wondered they're worried.

Horrified fifty something, mother of three,
just released after twenty + years of juvenile detention
caught up in Sydney sex pest ring.
I too could see the headlines.



The hotel goes into full damage limitation mode.
'Now can I get you a drink?' he asks
Thank you, I ask for a fizzy water.
'We can do better than that, 
 I'll also have a bottle of Chardonnay sent to your room'
I retreat to my room...

Later my husband appears
'How was your day? Did you get bored?'

'No, not at all
The hotel staff are very nice. 
I've met all the top people.
They gave me an early check-in 
and there's a nice bottle of wine on ice for you!'


Linking with

Blue Monday 
Thank you Sally



Alphabe Thursday
Thank you Jenny
A is for Adventure











Monday, 17 November 2014

Missing presumed eaten - Feed the World 30

Do you remember the story of my daughter's puppy in Liberia?
She left him behind, 
when ebola forced them to evacuate in August. 
The dog has disappeared
It is very likely that he has been eaten...

Today I bought Feed the World 30
It was my first ever Itunes purchase.
I urge you to do the same
all the money raised is for helping 
the fight against ebola in west Africa...



Thirty years ago, I also bought the Band Aid song.
Bob Geldof, Midge Ure and friends raised millions
 for famine relief in Ethiopia.
I was twenty-one, the same age as my daughter
I barely knew where Africa was.

Fast forward thirty years
daughter number one, newly arrived in Liberia
sends me a photo of a flee ridden, worm infested puppy
 bought as a guard dog.
You can read the story here


I send a care package
full of flea and worming tablets,
dog chews and treats,
when she left he was a healthy growing dog...

I will leave her to tell her Liberian story one day,
the fact that the dog was probably stolen for food
is the reason I bought the BandAid music today.

Thank you to all the musicians involved in Feed the World
I am listening it to it over and over again.

I have not linked this to any U tube clips
Please buy your own copy!





Here are some of the words from Feed the World...

but say a prayer – pray for the other ones
At Christmas time – it’s hard but while you’re having fun
There’s a world outside your window and it’s a world of dread and fear
Where a kiss of love can kill you and there’s death in every tear
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight we’re reaching out and touching you
No peace and joy this Christmas in west Africa
The only hope they’ll have is being alive
Where to comfort is to fear
Where to touch is to be scared...
How can they know it’s Christmas time at all?

We downloaded it and I sang along to it in the car.
The kids had no idea of the original words.
They do now.
Linking with Blue Monday - Our World Tuesday

Thank you to all the wonderful hosts





Friday, 14 November 2014

Zut Alors! Orange you glad it's Friday?

It's been a huge couple of weeks

and Orange you glad it's Friday?

Pass me the wine - and I rarely do!


In Melbourne,
November rolled in, and blasted us 
with all the promise of an epic hot summer. 
Our gardens blossomed
 and summer geraniums burst forth.


Roses bloomed through out the streets
and our neighbourhood looked pretty as a picture 
on the front of a chocolate box.


Of course we can't eat the chocolates.
You see our thoughts are turning to Christmas,
swimsuits,
and summer holidays at the beach



But this is Melbourne
... just as soon as we'd put away our winter woollies,
the weather turned.
Pass me a chocolate please
we may be a while before we get into our cossies this summer!


We celebrated in style 
at our Melbourne Cup Spring Racing Carnival.
We were stunned and shocked 
by the deaths of two horses
 on the day that the eyes of a nation were upon us.


We've got the eyes of the world on us this weekend
 as we host world leaders in Brisbane
for the G20 Summit.
Some world leaders bring quite an entourage
 the Russians bringing four battleships, has raised a few eyebrows.

Our Prime Minister, Tony Abbot takes the British PM, David Cameron
 out to view the calmer waters of Sydney Harbour.

Brissie is in lock down this weekend
Glad we don't live there at the mo!


Closer to home, we're in lock down too...
With a small matter of a few little exams.
With the end of High School and University life 
for my son and daughter,
 just one exam away.
It will be the end of an era for us all
as we face new adventures ahead...

Each day I buy a little treat to celebrate
another exam or two, ticked off the list.
Here was today's pressie,
my son in his tennis t-shirt.


Roll on Tuesday, the end of exams - Phew.
We are all looking forward to the tennis.
The Australian Open tennis 2015 is just around the corner.
Can't wait to watch all of our favourite players!

Linking with thanks to the following:


Post Comment Love
Alphabe Thursday 


Z is for Zut Alors! 
which I am hoping, 
If I have my French right, is an expression meaning annoyance ...
In this case for not quite having the right Z for this weeks Alphabe Thursday!


Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Shrine of Remembrance, Melbourne - Winter 2014





On the 11th hour 

of the 11th day 

of the 11th month...


All over the world 

we will remember you...

Linking with Our World Tuesday
Wordless Wednesday

at the following with thanks to the hosts

Mary Denman


Sunday, 2 November 2014

#Iamperfect

I love Victoria's Secret undies, 
 in my next life I'm coming back as an Angel...

So when my daughter sent through a link of an old school friend
on ABC television talking about an online petition 
she and two other university friends
had posted to change.org asking 
Victoria's Secret to change their advertising, 
My first thought was 
'Wow, these kids have really grown up.'

My second thought was 'I'd better check this out'...



So here it is the bra causing a storm in a D cup!
It is a beautiful bra, it gives you a great shape
and it's design is called Body.

I've chosen to show you it hanging amongst my garden roses.
Victoria's Secret latest advertising campaign shows it on
ten tall, skinny models with the words 
'The Perfect "Body"'



 17,500 people (and rising) all over the world 
have signed the online petition
which states:

'We would like Victoria’s Secret to apologise and take responsibility for the unhealthy and damaging message that their ‘Perfect Body’ campaign sends out about women’s bodies and how they should be judged. 
We would like Victoria’s Secret to change the wording on their advertisements for their bra range Body, to something that does not promote unhealthy and unrealistic standards of beauty, as well as pledge to not use such harmful marketing in the future.
Tweet #iamperfect to @VictoriasSecret to help spread the message! 
Follow Frances @francesnoir, Gabriella @GKountourides and Laura @CardyGirl on twitter for all the updates!
I agreed and I was happy to add my support.


It takes a lot for a British lass to turn her back on a lifetime 
of Marks and Spencer's bras and knickers,
but Victoria's Secret make you feel special!
I had my first VS experience in America five years ago
and been a convert ever since.

I loved the whole shopping experience,
the personal fitting assistant
the change rooms called 'Fabulous' and 'Gorgeous'.
The way I felt when I found the just right bra for me...

Here is my favourite item of clothing 
my Victoria's Secret sports bra!
Now as you can tell (blushing here)
I ain't some stick thin "perfect" model.
No, the reality is I'm a fifty-something mother of three
who feels great in this bra...


However Victoria's Secret you're losing my respect,
not necessarily for running the campaign,
whilst I don't agree with it,
I am market savvy enough so see the $$$ possibilities
for exposure from such a campaign,
but for steadfastly refusing to acknowledge 
the furore now created...

Game over Victoria's Secret!
Please just apologise,
and acknowledge the damaging message.

What does anyone else think?
Are we being overly sensitive?

Now has anyone seen where I've put my wings?!

POSTSCRIPT

Following over 26,000 signatures to the #1amperfect petition
Victoria's Secret have now changed the wording on the advertisement
to read 'A body for every body'
Thank you Victoria's Secret for acknowledging, respecting and changing
and congratulations to Gabriella Kountourides et al
for a successful petition.

Linking with thanks to Jenny at Alphabe Thursday
Y is for Yes - Mission Accomplished!

 Linking with thanks to Sally at Blue Monday

Linking with thanks to Victoria's #PoCoLo