The simplicity of my day to day. |
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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What a glorious winter’s day it is here in Perth Western Australia today. The three of us, my husband, dog Lucy and I went down to the beautiful river Swan for a walk. There is a great coffee van that’s always there. The coffee is just as I like it.. We shared a huge blueberry muffin, I think Lucy actually ate the paper case too. She nothing if not environmental! After a walk we sat in companionable silence on a park bench watching the ducks hovering around waiting for some tasty morsels. Sorry, not this time but we will remember to take some scraps next week. The only thing to break the silence was the occasional plane taking off from the airport a few miles away. I wondered where they were all going as not many Australians are travelling abroad these days. There is yet another lockdown in Victoria on the other side of the country, so I shouldn’t imagine many people would be flying there for a vacation as they would be forced to quarantine for two weeks on return. I haven’t felt the urge to leave the relative safety of home lately, so as looked to the sky at the departing planes, I felt no envy. |
June 2nd. This is the first time for absolutely ages since I blogged about anything outside the 30 day blogging challenge. I went to my writing group today. They are a beautiful group of very talented writers. Each week we run a raffle to raise money to print our annual anthology. We each take it turns to bring the prize. It is usually only to the value of $5 , so nothing exotic or extravagant. Anyway last week I admired the prize. It was a mug with a elephant on it. The lady who’d provided the prize said it was her own art work which she printed on ceramic. I joked I should have won it as I love elephants and have a small collection. When I arrived today she presented me with a large framed print of her elephant. I really didn’t know what to say except thanks of course. I feel rather embarrassed. Now I’m trying to arrange all my pictures in my house to find a place for it. I am really appreciative but it’s not something I would have chosen to have on my wall. What would any of you do with it? What shall I tell her? She’s very unlikely to know I’ve put it away. But I know. Well, that is a first world dilemma, which won’t keep any of you awake, I’m sure. I suppose it’s a little like giving people a story you’ve written to read. You have no idea what they do with said story. Unless they actually tell you they read it and their opinion, it’s embarrassing to ask what they thought of it. They maybe using it in the bathroom! |