all I need is 4 diamonds and I feel at home…

There are few places left for me now that remind me of my childhood. The home that I grew up in was sold while I was living in Germany straight after I left school. My Nan’s house in Ballina where I spent almost all of my Christmases was sold when she died two months short of her 97th birthday. When I drive into my old neighbourhood and I turn into Parade Street and take that next right into Showview Street an emotional mix of feelings conjure. The trees are older, still silent and forever a faithful witness to many of … Continue reading all I need is 4 diamonds and I feel at home…

many hands make light work…

The members of my family have just finished some pretty high level negotiations on matters that I think will impact on their ultimate survival. These talks have been lengthy, at times heated and very long overdue. But it would seem that finally, we have created a document that I wish was legally binding. After any breach policemen would be allowed to swarm into my house. They would identify the offender, issue them with a stern talking to. This would see said child scampering away to complete pre-agreed upon task as set out in the above mentioned contract. I am of … Continue reading many hands make light work…

the tomato and I just want to say Thank you….

One Christmas when I was around eight, I received a plastic tomato pencil topper. This wasn’t all that I got on the second best day of the year. I also got the corn, carrot, broccoli and the pea pencil toppers. It is true what they say about only children we are so spoilt. As my complete collection of vegetables pencil toppers proves. These plastic weighted vegetables that sat on my pencil served no purpose if however they were vegetable erasers well – that would have been a different story.  So I didn’t use them for years it wasn’t until I … Continue reading the tomato and I just want to say Thank you….

first day of high school…

My oldest son sleeps tonight with that juiciness of anticipation- like the night before your birthday or Christmas eve because tomorrow when he wakes up he will be putting on his high school uniform for the first time. I am jealous. I remember my first day of high school, it was our bicentennial year 1988. My memory of it is as if it were only a few years ago not the umm- whole twenty nine (eek). My white shirt, sorry correction blouse (gee I hate that word) was such a dangerous level of white I was convinced as I looked … Continue reading first day of high school…

An extra scoop of kindness…

To the young lady who served my family ice cream this evening I can not thank you enough. Your compliment reduced me to tears. Timing is everything and you my dear stranger were beat perfect. My husband and I have tried to enforce our love of travel and adventure onto our three innocent sons. We have entrapped them in two hired vehicles a Holden tracks for the north island and a Toyota RAV4 for the south in which to explore your most spectacular homeland. (We have form for this type of punishment- we travelled around Australia with them for 3 … Continue reading An extra scoop of kindness…

The C word…

When Kieran the youngest of my three sons was born eight years ago the theatre nurse announced “It’s a boy”. I remember, I exhaled long and slow -not with any anguish at not “getting” a girl but with a deep knowledge that statistically my chances of doing Saturday summer cricket shifts had just increased. I am sure that my dad a father of one – a daughter was not displeased with these odds. To the best of my ability I stalled and delayed committing to Saturday cricket. I compromised with Milo cricket on Wednesday afternoons, but even I could see that … Continue reading The C word…