To read or not to read

There’s always the problem of possibly being seen as an intruder when one writes a blog, or posts thoughts and photos on social media. I came across a fellow blogger’s post recently, and Angela put into words what so many bloggers think, I’m sure. Angela’s post points out that we blogger’s have a love of writing, but no expectation that everything we write will be important enough to be read by each and everyone of you who come across one of our posts.

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The power of one (minute that is)

Ever wondered why it is when you go into some peoples homes, they’re always spic and span. You give your house a thorough clean each week the same as they do, yet the next day your house looks a mess again. I’ll let you into a little secret – the house that’s always clean has someone living in it that uses a super-power. It’s a power we all have, and it’s a power we can all use. It’s the power of one – one minute that is. Never under estimate what a difference just a minute can make.

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A stitch in time

Someone asked me recently what the proverb, ‘A Stitch in Time, Saves Nine’ means. Literally it means exactly what it says. If you notice the seam on a garment or a hole starting to unravel you can usually fix it easily and quickly with a needle a thread. Literally one (or two) over stitches will usually prevent the whole seam, or garment from unravelling.

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Picnic at Gannet Rock

For today’s picnic we headed to the small coastal stretch of land running north west from Dunsborough to Cape Naturaliste. There’s lots of bays to choose from along this stretch of coastline, with Meelup, Eagle Bay, Castle Rock, and Bunker Bay being some of the better known ones. Today we chose one of the lesser known ones – Gannet Rock.

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All the best-laid plans…

Easter in the south west of WA started out dismally on the weather front. Cold, windy and raining, not ideal weather for the picnic we’ve been promising ourselves.

Today, after a chilly start to the day, the sky’s now blue and the sun’s shining. Yet still our picnic basket sits empty at the bottom of the wardrobe, despite our plans to take both the picnic basket and ourselves somewhere into the great outdoors.

A tooth abscess, now accompanied by a red face all swollen and puffy from cellulitis has me sitting on the couch dosed up with anti-biotics and feeling sorry myself. Oh well, you know what they say about the best laid plans – perhaps tomorrow!