My favourite month is just around the corner, summer holidays for us Aussies! Yay!!!
I know I probably say this every year, but man am I ready for a break. I go on unofficial leave in about 2 1/2 weeks time and official leave in 3 1/2 which means that there’s a lot to do before I officially hang my socks up for the year.
It also means you lucky Bloggers get a much needed break from moi till about February, 2016 unless I sporadically post in between now till then because I absolutelyhave to. Just to check up on all of you mischievous followers. But, you’re my mischievous lot so I love you 🙂
Anyway, have a wonderful, magnificently marvellous festive season with the people you care for and who love you back (because that’s important, just saying) and I will see you all in 2016.
Thanks for the laughs this year, you helped me get through many a dreary day. See you soon xoxo
As some of you may know, it was 100 years on Saturday here in Australia for the Anzacs.
Commemorating those who died before us so we could live is always taken very seriously here in Australia and for good reason.
I’d like to think their humungous sacrifice (probably the biggest one I could think of for any human being) has taught us about the lasting severe devastation war has on generations of families and how really, nothing ever good comes from fighting and killing one another.
My Granduncle was an Air Marshall for the Indian Air Force and this gem brought tears of pride to my eyes when my sister sent it my way late Saturday night.
The honourable Gian Dev Sharma can be seen from 1:56 to 2:16 in this video broadcasted by the Australian War Memorial that has only recently recognised the sacrifices Indian Army personnel made towards the global military causes.
My earliest memory of my granduncle? As a six or seven year old, I slit my knee outside my grandfather’s house on the pebbled driveway and was balling my eyes out at the gross injustice Mother Nature had just hurled my way. My uncle bent down and cleaned my wound while blowing on it considerately the whole way.
“Wow, Mituri” he said. “You are so brave, I have never seen a wound this dire in my life before. Any other normal person would have to get stiches for this one but not a brave grown up girl like you”.
I still have the scar and the precious story to go with it to remind me of him every time I brush my fingers against the irregularity on my knee cap.
So I spent my entire Easter compiling a meticulously drafted SWOT analysis on the most perfect chocolate egg out there, it took me days to complete.
Seriously, the time and patience I spent on taste testing, analysing, breaking all the eggs on the predefined cracks, I mean Humpty Dumpty would have elected me as his surgeon in a heart beat. If poor Humpty had one.
Then … the worst possible scenario occurred, my spine still tingles at the thought of it – I lost it. My dog ate my homework and I am not lying. Well, my imaginary doggy.
So now I have to start all over again. It’s a tough job but you know, someone’s got to do it
I know, I know. It’s the beginning of the week and we just came out of the weekend but looking forward to something great about to happen can never be wrong, am I right or am I right? I know, right. I’m right. Thanks for the confirmation.
It’s a four day week followed by four days off. Life can rarely get better!
Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful time off and some great stories to tell at the end of it. Oh, and I want details. Have an awesome week everyone!!!
I’ve been through at least 20 trees over the weekend by way of facial tissues -_-
I am utterly embarrassed and seriously disappointed with my recycling stance over the past forty eight hours but it was either that or my family wading through an ocean of nasal secretion I would rather not get into courtesy the flu.
Now that I have adequately grossed each and everyone of my followers out, I apologise profusely.
See you around guys and have I mentioned I am sorry for the mental picture. Clearly imagination can have its bad side as well.