Posts in Anecdote
My Peeps

The setting is not a location that we ever thought would feel comfortable.

Mobile houses crammed in with tents and swags and gazebos taking up the remaining space. A community with unspoken rules that you dare not break for threat of eviction.

A sense of privacy created by strategically parking cars and hanging washing on a mobile clothesline. Just enough to shield fellow holidaymakers from any tiffs that inevitably ensue when living close together.

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An ajar Christmas Eve

The door should not have been left slightly open; it was an accident; a forgotten formality after tasks were completed. It did not really matter but created an accidental air of excitement and expectation. I should not have been looking but it was impossible to avoid the quickest glance en route to the bathroom again...

Struggling to sleep with excitement and with anxious feelings preventing shut-eye, I was desperate to see the presents yet petrified that I may come face to face with Santa Claus.

He was such an unknown and there was a clear and present threat that gifts could be rescinded should I disturb him at his work.

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"Gettin' jiggy wit it"

My parents were of the generation who met at dances. Introductions and engagements and marriages had their foundations on the dancefloor.

At country dances in the local hall there was no opportunity to slide into people's direct messages or swipe right, this was full noise courting with the brave and shy equally catered for as a likely young lad or lass could swoop and swoon.

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Merry Christmas...Tree...

My family has an elaborate faux Christmas tree.

It has not always been that way.

Once upon a time, a popular department store plastic and wire excuse of a tree that adorned our sunroom with a unique lean that had to be leveled with the assistance of a folded sheet of A4 was all we had for Christmas.

There was not enough tinsel across Northern Tasmania to hide its inadequacy.

The tree signified Christmas and that meant so much, but it was half-baked ornamentation at best.

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Fully Charged

It will not be long before we are comparing the price of diesel or unleaded fuel against the price of a kW of charge.

When watching the Bathurst 1000 motor race recently, Master 11 and I contemplated how long it will take before the great race only involves electric vehicles.

That may seem a ridiculous or to some even a sacrilegious proposition.

However, with Holden no longer producing cars in Australia and the Chevrolet Camaro likely to fill the void to dual with the Ford Mustang, these world leading companies will not be left behind in the world of electric.

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“Start spreadin’ the news…”

Now, New York City does not sleep because of the fear of what is to come to finalise the election result.

The tension underpinned by lies and caused by a failure to accept democracy including unconscionable comments that have been called out by major television networks, and the potential for civil unrest fortified by a reprehensible set of gun laws underpinned by a missing comma in the Second Amendment, has created a cocktail of conflict and concern for the future.

For the centre of the world: "If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York".

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When Coming First is Not Winning

Australia has an uncomfortable past. It is simple to acknowledge but difficult to repair.

I did not hear nor recognise blatant racism until 16 years of age. I was left feeling shocked and my father demanded to know who made the offensive comment. He understood the impact of intolerance, not racism.

In viewing the harrowing footage that led to the rise of the Black Lives Matter protests, and the unacceptable looting and rioting, it is unsurprising that the issues have also found a home in our country.

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The King's Foot

The US instructed either "put distance between yourself and other people", or six feet (182.88cm), the World Health Organization and Singapore chose one-metre and, underpinned by 1930's research, New Zealand went for two metres along with the UK who after finally falling for the metric system soon realised that it was easily explained with, "Och, just stay six feet apart - the height of your bairn, or wee'un, or littlin, or lad or lass..." affectionately used well after such descriptors should have lost relevance.

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The Postcard

My Aunt Margaret sent mum an old postcard, stamped in England where my father was working for the Royal Mail after leaving the Royal Air Force. On the front, a photo of Trafalgar Square and Nelson’s Column, London by John Hinde, F.R.P.S. And on the back a beautifully handwritten message, which defies the fact that dad left school at 14 years of age, and simply reads…

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