Growing up in the ’70s in Brisbane, Australia in the backyard we had: a vegetable patch, compost heap, an incinerator and of course, a Hills Hoist. It was a place to play backyard cricket, do gymnastics or at least headstands, plant vegetable gardens and grow things like choko vines, Passionfruit, Paw Paws and Bowen Mangoes if you were lucky. My Parents love gardening, when we were young, Mum and Dad planted the front garden with annuals and roses, making a beautiful display outside and inside the house bunches of cut flowers were plentiful.
Down an internet rabbit hole and happened to stumble across my blog and thought why not crank it up again?
Let me state to begin with, it still seems weird to say ‘my blog’ even in my head, it’s a little like saying my Maserati or my Gucci handbag. It sounds so ostentatious! The practice of writing thoughts and ideas helps to make sense of this crazy world we live in.
A cute little girl in a Frozen costume, her brother also wearing a frozen costume with Grandad and Grandma beaming brightly in the front yard. They are all smiling and happy, the grandma is a recognisable Stafford identity. The group is obviously enjoying Halloween in Stafford, Trick or Treating in a neighbourhood where it is not really done. For the last 25 years it has been an older persons area, we were the young family. Years ago when my kids wanted to do Trick or Treating, I gave a warning to the elderly ladies around the corner, and a sneaky packet of wrapped lollies also.
Driving into downtown Vancouver the taxi driver tells us the the properties are worth millions
Arrived at our hotel, Rosdale on Robson in Vancouver Canada at 8am after a flight of over 13 hours from Brisbane, Australia. Our suite was ready and sooooo comfortable.
Sometimes, life throws you a curve ball, and what can you do? Depending on what the situation is, and the magnitude of the shock at the time of revelation, was it totally unexpected?