Now who played a prank on Aunty Tanya ...

Now there's two little 7 year old boys who's going to be in big shit with their Aunty Tanya ... wanna know why?

But first we'll start at the beginning ... we cousins not brothers, and we live in Brisbane and we going to visit Grandma and Aunty Tanya, and they got lots of animals. There's Daisy the goat, Knight and Tammy and Chief, they're dogs and all the cats there's 6 cats. Poor Virgin Air hostesses sure they know this pair of chatterboxes, they never stop. So with great excitement we head on to Mulgoa Farm just outside Penrith. The house comes alive with them around and the cats all go into hiding, just can't handle all this loving, not one minute of peaceful existance to have a catnap somewhere quiet.

We doing the usual fun thing with them like horse riding lessons, movies, craft and shopping. They very good at keeping themselves amused too and this time they thought of a lovely prank they could play on Aunty Tanya who drives this whopping big black Territory and has lovely big wheels. Well Grandma was busy grinding some rusty nails and dropped a few cause they were to hot which they found... now do you see where this is going. They confide in Grandma "we played a trick on Aunty Tanya we planted nails in the driveway, hidden in the stoney gravel". Well Grandma who is a little afraid of Tanya's temper could see this is a bad thing, tells them off cause it a very silly thing to do and out we go with a torch looking for the needle in a hay stack.

Fast forward a few weeks and you guessed it she has a flat tyre, she ain't happy and stomps around finally takes the Rodeo, while we neighbour came to help ... having a wonderful time putting the spare tyre on. It's a devil of a job the nuts are on good and solid eventually we both the flat on the ground finding a place to jack the Territory up and jack is the worst design you have ever seen in your life and and and ... and it's getting late to get too Nick and Adele's for a bunny chow lunch. It's a zoo at our place trust me!

The spare is a little bigger than the other tyres so Monday Tanya's off to the tyre shop to have them fixed and reports back there where 4 nails in her tyres and it just cost you $50 Ok anything you say dear daughter cause I knows it's my fault dropping them nails in the first place. (Ja nee kak en betaal die wet van Transvaal)
Then yesterday I remembered those two little boys planted some nails just right ...
hmmm

Until nexttime
Have a great weekend
Rina

It's sad to get old .... Con was once a young man.

I take my hat of to nursing staff at hospitals and old age facilities, they should all get a raise, the money they earn is not enough to pay for their care they give. My Old Man landed in Emergency last night with blood poisoning, chest pain and to top it off he is a diabetic, so we just got to be a bit more careful. But this is not about him, btw he seems to be doing better.It was way past our bedtime when the Blond One and Myself took him in, and now I can tell by my sore red eyes, and big yarns it time for bed.

Only I got to tell you about this little greek man, dressed in his pj's, his name was Con. Physically there seems nothing wrong with him only the old brain does not work to well. He had his own minder, an young irish nurse, first they chattered softly, he told her his life story. Then he started asking about his wife, who was also admitted to hospital, only she was already in a ward and sleeping. Staff told him she was upstairs and sleeping, only he got more determined to go to his wife, getting out of bed and carrying his bag around desperate to go find her. Staff told Con if he got back into bed they would call his wife and ask her to come down. No he said they better stop taking photo's (with the mobile phone?!)He stood next to another ladies bed staring at her before asking her if she was his wife. How sad is that

Nothing they said could make the little man get back in bed, he was on a mission to find his wife. Staff tried coaxing him into drinking a sleeping tablet, but he point blank refused. He is not allowed to take any tablets cause he was told not to cause he will die. Eventually reinforcements were called to help out. It was past 1.30 before it got a little quieter around emergency and we left to go home.

Talking to Animals

Can you really talk to animals Grandma says Cobi

(You may crack a little smile)

Yes my boy, you just got to listen very carefully.

(About 10 mins later)

Grandma I can talk to animals too.

(and I can believe him too cause he adores animals, and so who are we too tell him he can't)

Don't you just love the innocence.





But could there be some truth to my statement. Animals gravate towards me like you would not believe. They sense when you coming home, just like this Saturday. My cat "Rat" decided no way is she coming inside on Saturday night and it was with great difficulty that DD finally got her inside. It's like she knew we're nearly home and this happens everytime we 're away.

You know how cats choose their owners, well this one choose me (I think) I always say to DH she spoke to me promising to be the best puddycat, just take me home. And Boy I tried hard to walk away especially as DH said no more cats. But it was the best $10 I ever spend ... She gives you all the love anybody could ask for. Rat is going on for 13 years now and she is still so healthy. Just one of the examples of this bond between animals and myself.


Only bad thing the mozzies and Marsh Flies love me too but they don't get the message ... now where's the aeroguard ...

Until nexttime

Rina

Rusty Gates

I wonder ....
Who was the farmer who drove his sheep through those old rusty gates?
How many sheep passed through them?
How many years ago had a farmer dug the holes and planted wooden posts there while the hot sun backed on his back.
That fence won't hold anything back anymore!
No slasher has mowed this paddock for yonks.
Questions but no answers ....

Misty Fields below

It'd early morning as I stand here looking towards the river and across to the otherside. Only I know it's there but can't see more than a few feet in front of me but for the fog. The Tawny Frogmouth is cuddling up next to his mate near the stem of the gum tree. Huge gum trees stand like grey soldiers near the Lone Pine and monument with the names of the men from this valley that lost their lives at war. Families lost thier sons and wives their husbands and children their farthers .....



The Villiage hall was recently been restored to it's former beauty, a great meeting place for all functions held here. The park with it's new undercover picnic area wait for someone to visit. The tennis court's gates look locked but I am not sure if it is. The lawns have be cut recently .....

Only the odd rooster is crowing, inviting the sleepy villiage to wake up. Soon the school bus will stop near the Trading Store, waiting to drive the older kids to the next town for school. While the little ones, hop off and walk across the broad tarred road. It's only a little villiage school, maybe 45 kids. Across the river a low cement bridge leads to more farms, the first field huge grey braghman beast look up from munching grass, some coming closer to see where you going. Slowly a few cars head past to town 60km away, while others head Up River to farms.

Here you came forget what day it is or what time. You get up with the rooster's crow and sleep when you like. Some heading home after closing time at the Local Pub, overlooking the river below.