J tells me that Alfie promises to come home tonight but how can I can compete with never-ending storytime? I’m heartbroken to be usurped so easily.
Motherhood is a thankless task….
J tells me that Alfie promises to come home tonight but how can I can compete with never-ending storytime? I’m heartbroken to be usurped so easily.
Motherhood is a thankless task….
A miracle has happened…London is having a summer! Not only that but this week will represent a veritable heatwave for Ol’ Blighty with temps forecast at 33C for the quarter finals at Wimbledon on Wednesday. And let me tell you, it’s sticky, sticky, sticky…a good burst of rain would certainly freshen things up no end although moaning about the weather would make me sound dangerously British so please take note – I am merely ‘suggesting’ a rain dance…and purely for the benefit of my veggie patch…
J is at Wimbledon today being entertained by not only the action on Centre Court but also in the air-conditioned confines of The Gatsby Club (so he told me when he rang earlier today from the Champagne Reception…green-with-envy is not my best colour…), leaving me to limp around in the heat after a gruelling gym session yesterday morning.
You see, I decided that I needed to add a bit more variety into my weekday Esporta exploits and, having availed myself of a freebie personal training voucher, decided to put myself into someone else’s hands for an hour on a Sunday morning. I thought I managed quite well during the session and, apart from feeling unbelievably tired at about 6pm yesterday and a few minor groans this morning when I woke up, was pleased that the aftermath was at least bearable…that is until I got up, and walked around, stretching and squatting to get to things on various shelves in the kitchen. Ouch!
There are those muscles up the sides of your thighs and the ones at the front just above your knees, not to mention my upper arms (all over) and my ‘glutes’ – if I don’t move things are fine but just a tiny shift is enough for any or all of these to send me a little reminder that they are there…and not best pleased at being woken after such a long period of inactivity!
I promised my friend A that we would walk in Richmond Park for an hour this arvo – but shhh. Please don’t chuckle too loudly (at the very least cover your gleeful grin with your hand) or my legs may just go on out strike or demonstrate vigorously in protest – and who knows how much that will hurt!
Gidday chaps…sorry to be a bit quiet over the last few days…
This week has seen me take a brief sojourn back to my student days, getting up REALLY early to go to a course EVERY day (that’s 5 days in a row and I am out of practice!) and well, whilst my body got really tired, my head got REALLY full. Too full, in fact, to get anything out that was remotely sensible and/or spelt correctly (enough for you to recognise the gist anyway). You see, I have just finished an intensive, week-long course to get my Prince2 Practitioner accreditation.
A what? I hear you ask…
Prince2 is a formal accreditation for Project Management practitioners and as I’ve done so much change and project management during my career, I thought it might be a good idea to get the badge to go with the experience and then add Project Management opportunities into my ‘Hunt-For-The-Perfect-Job’.
I have not done exams since I left uni (we did two this week, sitting the final one this morning) and I’d forgotten that quiet, unspeakable stress, that tight knot in your stomach and that nervous intake of breath that occurs just before you read that very first question – hoping and praying that the answer will be blindly obvious and that all the swotting you did will pay off.
The good news is that, when I turned the paper over and started to read, it made sense. And at the end of the exam – excluding a few random thoughts like ‘What if I filled in the answer sheets upside down/the wrong way?’ and ‘What if I am not the clever clogs I think I am and don’t know as much as I thought?’ – I felt confident enough that I passed.
The bad news is…I won’t find out for 4-6 weeks.
Hrrruuumph…I hate waiting…
We watched a great dvd last night – Defiance. It’s based on the true story of the Bielski brothers who hid and led almost 1200 Jews through the Belarusan forests away from the Nazis during WWII. Whilst it starts slowly, as the forest community takes shape and everyone finds their new place, so does the film and themes like ‘an eye for an eye’ vs ‘turn the other cheek’, and the cost of life itself play over and over again. At the end of the film, the notes say that the two older Bielski brothers went to New York and continued to work together for more than 30 years – and that today, there are tens of thousands of Bielski descendents around the world.
I still find it difficult to believe that the horror of the Holocaust went on unabated for so long and that there are people around the world who actually don’t believe that it happened at all. We were fortunate enough during high school to meet a Holocaust survivor and when I remember his stories and the dignity with which he valued his life and honoured his beliefs, I still feel moved.
But what was so inspiring about the movie is the community that was created – where everyone participated and worked and received the same reward and recognition of their part in return – and the courage of these people to believe and to act when Tuvia Bielski led them away from the familiarity of their ghetto to a life ‘worth fighting for’ – both frightening in different ways but perhaps the unknown more so. Watch this movie and I reckon it will raise questions about humanity – including your own.
You can click on the blog title to view the trailer for yourself.
There has been much mooning and dreamy talk about Robert Pattison (Twilight) and Chris Pine (Star Trek, The Princess Diaries 2) over recent weeks, and while that’s all well & good, I want to add one of my own – Simon Baker.
Young Simon (Baker-Denny) first came to my attention in Aussie Soap E Street in 1989 and like a fine, fine red wine, has simply improved with age. Even playing bad boy Christian Thompson in The Devil Wears Prada did not divert me and with twinkling eyes and ‘ever-so-naughty’ smiles abounding in his current lead role as Patrick Jane in the Mentalist, is it any wonder that the baddies always crumble…I know I would…sigh!!!!!
ps…he’s quite a good actor too, no really he is…truly!
pps…I learned today that he is only 2 days older than me, making him a fellow Leo/Rooster – surely his wife and three children can’t compete with that?
ppps…J has Keira Knightley to go weak-knee-d about – so by my calculations, we are even…
For those of you who follow this blog regularly, you will have already read about the great ‘Strawberry Picking & Sticky Fingers’ incident but I thought it was time to update you on all of my little (and not-so-little) one’s progress in the Veggie Garden nirvana that is Windmill Rise. I am delighted to report great news on most fronts.
1. All salad leaves and herbs are thriving and supporting numerous weekend bbqs in partnership with organic tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers & celery from my local veg-box deliveries. Special mention goes to the four remaining pearl lettuces (is there a plural for the word ‘lettuce’?) that, in spite of an unpromising start, have managed to commandeer a small plot of soil next to the rocket/mizuna…well done chaps!

2. Tomatoes and courgettes are flowering and so we are eagerly awaiting the appearance of the fruit (which, based on the strawberry ‘lifecycle’ I have seen, should follow soon). Also, all tomato plants have grown taller than their stakes and I am debating whether to leave well enough alone or venture in with loftier support structures…hmmm a tough call…

The dwarf french beans have…well, little dwarf french bean flowers budding! This is quite exciting given that these were off to a slower start than the others in the class. Slow and steady eh kids?

3. And the strawbs – my lovely strawbs – have been unphased by earlier nefarious activities and, exhibiting true British ‘stiff upper lip’, are continuing to fruit, fruit, fruit. I have already picked another two ripe-and-‘reddy’s (geddit?) and am monitoring the dozens of green ones daily to ensure that I nip any future strawberry poaching in the bud!

Unfortunately, this has been a challenging period for my champion runner beans. They may have run ‘wildly’ up the bamboo frame to begin with but in the last week, the poor little blighters have been hit hard by an attack of both green fly and black fly. Spraying seems to have brought the infestation to a halt so I will take extra care to monitor them in the next little while and hopefully we will have better news from these guys next time. Snails are also finding selected pots quite homely (who knows why the fussy buggars choose only one of the dwarf french bean pots and not the other) and, much to my chagrin, I have resorted to laying snail & slug pellets…
Anyhow, that’s all from the patch this month…I hope such promising progress continues unabated and that next report finds me with more little successes to report!

As most of you know, I am quite new to blogging having only really taken it up in earnest from March this year. One of the things that always fascinated me was how people find each others blogs and comment – I follow about half a dozen blogs at the moment (which I have discovered though all sorts of means) and I have always wondered what it would be like to have people comment on my blog. Blogger ‘pundits’ have always said that it takes a while and you just have to keep sending your stuff ‘out there’ (whilst figuratively patting me on the head like I am a small, impatient child)…
But today it happened to me!
Imagine my joy to login in this morning and find a Comment Moderation email. With great excitement, I clicked on ‘YES’ to publish and I am pleased to announce that my first Gidday From The UK comment has appeared!
All Hail Valley Girl!
cking…how bloody rude!
So what’s this all about Alfie?