My weekend – sorry it’s long (drink and patience possibly required)

Where did my weekend go? Zip - disappeared, vanished.
Possibly because when you are busy it flies and the times when you are bored out of your brain (not that that can happen) the time drags.

Friday night we went to dinner Mr. S and I - just the local Chinese and we started with San Chow Bow (lettuce cups with mince and veg) followed by garlic prawns and cantonese beef and special fried rice (as let's face it, no chinese meal is complete without it).

Saturday hmm shopped for my penguins at the Deli for their small goods and then went shopping for nibbles (dang I didn't take a photo of my fantastic nibbly platter) which consisted of prawns, fresh salmon, cheeses, Kabana, dips, watercress, crackers and fetta stuffed baby bell peppers (tiny little red peppers that cost $32.99 a kg! - but so yum)

Two dogs arrived for dog sitting in the morning - 2 extremely obese dogs that I had previously minded 2 years ago. One a Staffy and one a bull-dog. The poor poppets, the bull-dog already has a hard time breathing due to her squashed in nose, but the weight this poor old girl had on her..well it got me angry, because in truth dear readers, this is abuse, just as much as my insane neighbours and how they treated their dog.

I took them for 3 walks each about 20 minutes each. They weren't dragging on the lead in fact the opposite, but when we returned home, the drink bowls were emptied, drooled and dribbled all over the kitchen floor and they sounded like steam trains. I 'gently' told the owner (when she phoned asking how they were) that she was pretty much killing them with kindness. Her reply "I know", said with such a who cares attitude (which shocked me as she seems quite lovely - though possibly a tad ignorant when it comes to 'how much should I feed and walk my pets).

We are due to mind them again in 2 weeks, it will be interesting to see if she cancels. I honestly feel like saying to her, let me have them for a month - Mumsy's boot camp and I shall have them fit again for you! They have chicken and steak for tea a normal portion, but she also gives them breakfast and treats throughout the day and they get walked for 30 mins each morning, but she clearly needs to exercise them more or put them on a stricter diet.

A friend of the owners came to pick them up this morning and he said "yes I have told them to stop feeding them, but I do the same with my dogs". I said why, his reply "well when do you know when they have had enough".

My jaw dropped readers, let me tell you.

Maltese Shitzus, he said that he leaves 2-3 bowls out of food ALL DAY, he also gives them treats, he even takes treats when he takes them out walking!! I simply don't understand, I said "you put one bowl of food down for each, if they haven't eaten it within half an hour, you remove the bowl". I got a dumfounded expression and a "Oh..really, but I feel so bad".

Anyway enough of that, Saturday night we tottered (well drove) to pick up the penguins as we were celebrating Fathers' Day (which technically for us down under is today 1st September) but we were doing the dinner at my brothers as he was working today…I am raving here aren't I? So anywho..the night went well, plenty of wine and food consumed. Speeches for Pop, more food :-( more wine :-) and I walked away with the button of my jeans undone because I ate..then had cake… oh dear mybad.

Today we went over to Mr. S's dads, as it was his first Father's Day since his wife passed (Rose). R.I.P Rose 29.6.2013. We had a BBQ lunch as it is the first day of Spring for us ( I am SOOOO excited) and the temperature was 25degC.

Today was also the day that us ladies (Mr. S's 3 daughters and Mr. S's sis-in-law and I) decided it was time to clear out Rose's wardrobes and cupboards etc. Armed with garbage bags, we all tackled different spots and it took us a good 3 hours to remove everything. What we didn't choose for ourselves, some now 'retro' clothes, make up etc, we have bagged for the Charities.

It was a little surreal, as if we robbing the grave as we held up items and then agreed to keep or to give away. The charity people will be very happy I am sure, as many clothes still had tags on. Rosy loved to shop though wheelchair bound, she had 2 wardrobes full of clothes and shoes and bags, many not even used.

So Rosy I thank you for letting us take your belongings the items that you loved - we shall put them all to good use.

On the way home we called in to see my Pop and mum again to officially wish him Happy Father's Day.

So that's why it went zip folks, before my very eyes, thank you if you actually read any of this. So now here comes the question which is a subtle way of saying you have to read to answer - or take the fast way and just scan down to this part - how was your weekend?

What attracts a reader?

Us writers have a veritable smorgasbord of words to choose from.
The words are what seizes the readers attention.
Do we have to make it complicated, ostentatious?

Shall I entice those that read mine with a

Roast Kurobuta Pork Belly with Apple Sauce
Shall I baffle them with a
Terrine of Foie Gras, Alsace Vieille Prune Marinated Black Mission Figs
Shall I confuse them with a
Pesto Crusted Lamb Cutlets with Eggplant and Olive Caponata
Shall I make them linger with a
Shortcrust Tart with Crème Pâtissière and Passionfruit

No… mine are more simplistic and shall be served as


Weekly Writing Challenge – Accidental Meeting

couple-embrace about this photo.

Julia had accidentally met him in the grocery store, only a couple of hundred meters from where they now stood, embracing.

Sunday morning in a desperate need for her coffee fix, and finding the cupboards bare Julia went to the local grocers in chase of some.  Jumping up and down the living room floor trying to zip up the dress that she swore she fit into last week, she moaned about not having the ability to just knick down in her pyjamas.

“Morning, morning” she greeted Franco who was busy cleaning out the cupboards on his hands and knees.

“Good Morning Bella”, came his reply. He always grinned when he saw her, she was so bright and young and full of life.

“Coffee pleasssse Franco, I’ve run out”, she pleaded.

“Ah, for you that I can do”, he chuckled retrieving a packet from the top shelf for her.

“You look so pretty today Miss Julia”. She swore she saw him blush.

“You are such a flirt Franco, that’s the only reason I shop here”, winking and paying for her beloved coffee, she started for the door.

“God sorry” spilt from his lips.

Julia couldn’t speak, in fact her mouth had dropped and no matter how she tried, nothing would come out.

“Are you ok? I am so sorry I wasn’t watching were I was going”, he bent his head a little on the side to look up at her, for she was now staring at the ground with embarrassment.

“What, um.. err.. no I’m fine honestly, it was me that crashed into you, no harm done”, she awkwardly smiled.

“Well I best get a wriggle on, my coffee awaits” holding up the package in front of her glowing red cheeks.

This guy is a gift from the Gods.

“What, no, surely not, someone as pretty as you makes their own coffee”?

The most magnificent smile and brilliant white teeth and the accent. Snap yourself out of this Julia, she silently reprimanded herself.

“Well,  yes I’m pretty good with the percolator, I’ll have you know kind Sir”, feeling herself blush even further.

“Let me buy you a coffee, in fact let me buy you breakfast? It’s Sunday, the sun is shining, that should make up for our little accidental no”?

He was Italian – of course he was, drop dead gorgeous and Italian and why haven’t I seen him around here before? Where has he been all my life?

“Well, err”, she stammered, trying to form a cognitive sentence to no avail.

“OK I don’t see why not, yes, we will have breakfast, but only if we go Dutch”.

“Dutch? but I am Italian” he laughed and there were those brilliant white teeth once again.

“After you um?

“Julia, Julia Sheppherd, holding our her hand to shake his “Pleased to meet you”.

“Andre, Andre Bocinni, grasping her hand and holding it, neither of them actually shaking in a friendly how do you do mannerism or a good-bye one, just holding, skin against skin.

“Forgive me Julia I am not from these parts, so you will have to show me your finest breakfast Cafe, if you would be so kind”, Andre smirked.

“Good bye Franco, thanks for the coffee” she yelled back as she passed out of the door with the most divine looking specimen that she had laid eyes for quite some time.

“Good-bye Bella, enjoy!” Franco yelled back.

“Bella, yes that you are” Andre said as he waited for her to walk beside him.

She swore she saw him wink when he said that, not a full blown ‘how you doin’ wink but a little ‘did you catch that’ one.

They walked down the cobblestone path along the tram lines. It was busy for a Sunday morning, people coming and going down to the markets for their fresh produce. Julia realised not only were her cupboards a little bare, but also her fridge and she should really be doing her weekly shop. Clambering around the markets for food however, was not on the agenda, not this morning, after bumping into ‘Mr. Divine’, this was a moment she wasn’t going to let go of for a micro second.

They walked for about half a kilometre, down another small street to a Cafe of her choice, she had eaten lunch there twice, the food was always delicious. The smell of the freshly cooked bread and the coffee drew her in whenever she ventured down there.

“Shall we sit outside, it is too beautiful a morning to be in the darkness”, Andre gestured his hand behind the back of a chair already.

They sat looking at each other now and then above the Menus, both trying not to catch the other out.

The waiter came and took their order and they sat in the sun and tucked into their eggs and bacon on toast and of course the freshly brewed coffee.

“So” “Where” They both started talking at once and laughed for doing so.

“Please, Bella you first”.

It took all her strength not to slide off the chair, when he called her Bella.

“I was just going to ask do you live here (please say you are and that you’re unattached and looking for someone like me) or visiting”?

She waited, it seemed like an eternity before he answered, she watched his mouth, those kissable lips, those sparkling white teeth that made his sun tanned skin even more golden.

“I am here just for, he looked at his watch, another hour or so”, he replied taking a sip of his coffee.

“Unfortunately”, he added.

Her heart sunk, she thought it too good to be true, the day…. another hour or so, is that what he said. I meet the man of my dreams for him to vanish in two hours?

“Oh right” trying to hide her disappointment, so where are going to, are you on a stop over”? The temptation was to great, but she kept her mouth shut about his ‘unfortunately’ comment.

“Yes I am flying to France at 12, I was just here on business the last two days and unfortunately…”

There was that word again. Stop reading into this Julie honestly, a man like this would have an adoring model wife and beautiful bambinos waiting for him at home.

“Unfortunately I cannot stay any longer, as much as I would now like”, then came a further wink, a stronger one this time.

“Well that’s a shame, at least you have been privvy to one of the best Cafe’s and their delicious coffee”, she tried to sound strong knowing full well that she sounded more like a love struck teenager.

“Not only is the coffee delicious”… interrupted by the waiter, who promptly cleared their plates from the table.

Breakfast was finished, they sat looking at each other, a chemistry that she had never felt before.

“Well my lovely Julia… Bella, I thank you for  the pleasure of your company, but I really have to get going to the Airport”. Did I see a look of sadness in his eyes?

He walked her back to her apartment. They stood, Julia fidgeted, he can’t just go like this..he can’t.

“May I” he said holding out his arms to embrace her.

“Yes, you may, as he held onto her, he secretively slipped his business card into her shoulder bag..with his phone number and two little words.. Call Me.

Drawn to you

I am drawn to you
like my bed when I am weary
from the day

I am drawn
like choc-o-late

I am drawn
like fresh brewed coffee
in the morning

I am drawn
like juicy strawberries

I am drawn
like cuddling a puppy
soft and fluffy coat

I am drawn
like walking in the forest

I am drawn
like red plumb cherries
juice running down my chin

I am drawn
like watching the ocean

I am drawn
like seeing a baby smile
and gaze with curiosity as I hold

I am drawn
like having a massage


I am sure you have the picture

Between you and me

Me: Here’s the thing, I have been on a poetic journey of late.

You: That’s just erm wonderful rambly (or whatever the heck your name is now)

Me: Yes today alone I think I did 4 or 5 and couldn’t stop, well I did at one point as I went out for dinner with Mr. S and 3 others.

You: (Yawning) can you get on with it.

Me: So I’m really sorry if I inundated your in-box.

You: No matter, I just deleted every email that sprung up with ramblingsfromamum.

Me: Anywhoo, I write what makes me happy and poetry was the calling for today it seemed.

You: Yup, get that too and?

Me: So now I want to quickly tell you about my night at the Restaurant.

You: Could I be so lucky..?

Me: I went to a Teppanyaki Restaurant, which I have never experienced before.

You: Yay could you make this anymore interesting? I’m late for my appointment to get my toe nails cut.

Me: It was fascinating to watch, they cooked in front of us, they actually threw food, not all of it, which we had to catch in our mouths.

You: Terrific the image of you with food slopped on your cheek is an image I could only dream of.

Me: We also had to hold bowls and catch more empty bowls by the Chef.

You: This just keeps getting better..

Me: Then we had to catch a bowl full of fried rice in the bowls we already held.

You: I can hardly contain my excitement.

Me: There was one part I hated, the couple alongside us, who we didn’t know ordered live lobster. They had just ..well cut it in half and put it on the hot plate..and it kept moving..for a while..

You: I feel your pain (no actually I feel more for the lobster).

Me: I couldn’t look at him I held a napkin over my face.

You: The lobster was probably wishing he could have done the same thing.

Me: Moving right along then, I see you are losing your patience.

You: No shit Sherlock.

Me: This couple we found out (who had ordered the lobster) had been together 3 years and had come from previous marriages he with 10 kids and she with 4. 14 children can you believe that?

You: You’re tellin’ the story.







So what do you think? Here are my questions and answers.

is it just me – when you see someone walking a dog you get warm & fuzzy & smile

is it just me – when you see a parent with their child attached to a harness whilst out shopping you can’t help but pull a face

is it just me – when you see someone walk into the supermarket dressed in their P.J bottoms & wonder if they were too lazy to wear the whole ensemble?

is it just me – when you look at cocktail umbrellas & wonder what are they really for?

is it just me – when you never want to complain about your meal in a Restaurant for fear of what the Chef may do to it?

is it just me – or have you purchased something way too expensive & then had buyer’s remorse?

is it just me – or have you cried when a favourite TV show ended?

is it just me – or does it really frustrate you when someone puts the lid to tight on a drink in the fridge?

is it just me – or have you pressed the control on your remote over and over and over again even though you know the batteries are flat?

is it just me – or do you keep opening the fridge door in the off chance that something will miraculously appear that wasn’t there 2 minutes ago?

is it just me – or if your vacuum cleaner doesn’t pick up the bit you have mowed over 20 times that you pick it up see what it is only to put it back on the floor and try again?

is it just me – when you see a smallish spider you try and act brave and grab it with a tissue, yet your heart is racing at a million beats per minute?

is it just me – or when you eat really spicy hot food (Vindaloo – as an example) you get a runny nose?

is it just me – that as a female we are told you shouldn’t cross your legs all the time so you uncross for 20 seconds only to cross them again?

is it just me – even though you have eaten an ample quantity of food that you just can’t help having just another little bit?

is it just me – when the loo paper roll must have the paper coming from the top of the roll and not from underneath?

is it just me – when you know you have convinced yourself that you are fine, after way too many drinks only to have reality slap in you in the face when you hit the night air?

is it just me – or you feel really quite sick when you have bitten into a piece of fruit to find half a grub hole left?

is it just me – or have you realised how silly you must look fanning a branch above your head so birds in season don’t swoop to peck you on the head?

and the piece de resistance

is it just me – when you remember to get something & when you get to the spot where it is you have forgotten what it was you wanted?

is it just me – or perhaps it’s you too?