125g butter chopped
2 tbs. Golden Syrup
1/2tsp. Bicarb. Soda
2 tbs. Boiling water
90g Rolled Oats
150g Plain Flour
220g Caster Sugar
Combine butter and golden syrup in medium pan,stir over heat until butter is melted.Stir in combined soda and water then the remaining ingredients and mix well. Drop rounded teaspoons of mixture about 4cm. apart on greased trays and flatten slightly.Bake in a slow oven about twenty minutes or until lightly brown. Cool on trays or rack. Makes about 40.
What is wrong with those dog-owners to don’t pick up after their dogs? I just don’t get it…and obviously neither do they; but in a different way, altogether.
The dog-friendly beaches, parks and walks in our area all have doggy-do disposal bags and bins. But people still let their dogs crap on playing fields and paths.
Don’t go thinking that it’s ok to scoop the poop into a bag and leave it on the side of the path, or tied to the fence, or tossed into the bush either. Those of us who visit those areas frequently know just how long those bags have been there – you’re not picking it up on the way back.
Don’t go blaming the council for not providing enough baggies either. How hard is it to put a couple of plastic bags in you pocket before setting out? It’s your dog, it’s your responsibility.
I pity the poor kids and adults who play cricket or footy in the park near us. The fields are always scattered with droppings, some reminicent of the dinosaur mound in Jurassic Park! Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but maybe not to the kid who slips in it when he tries to catch the ball.
We’d never go out without at least 3 supermarket bags in our pockets for our 2 golden retrievers – those little yellow doggy bags the council provides just wouldn’t cut it for our ‘dinosaurs’!
As we read on a walk somewhere recently “pick up your dog poo”.
An amazing number of people stumble over the pronunciation or the spelling of my website and email address. Others who don’t have those same problems are simply curious as to why “faery” and not “fairy”
“The word fairy derives from the term fae of medieval Western European (Old French) folklore and romance, one famous example being Morgan le Fay (‘Morgan of the Fae’). “Fae-ery” was therefore everything that appertains to the “fae”, and so the land of “fae”, all the “fae”. Finally the word replaced its original and one could speak of “a faery or fairy”, though the word fey is still used as an adjective. ‘Fae’ is the plural, ‘Faery’ is the singular.”
So faery is just an older form of fairy. You often also see it spelled “faerie”.
We arrived in Brisbane the morning after a huge thunderstorm, but thankfully that had all pass by the time we got there. The flight was as flights are – long and boring, ‘specially those overnight flights. The only thing defferent was that I’ve never been so cold in a plane! My feet in particular were freezing, though I was cold all over – I could feel cold air blowing on my legs and feet for the entire flight. I had socks and sneakers on, a blanket, a jacket, and an additional cardigan draped over me. Anyway, no major dramas. After arriving we picked up our rental car and headed to the Redcliffe Peninsula. We had some time to kill before we could check in (our flight arrived at 6am) so we drove around a bit, getting our bearings, then stopped at a cafe on the foreshore in Redcliffe for some breakfast before making our way to our waterfront unit in Margate. The unit was quite nice, ground floor with a glassed-in balcony where we could sit and watch people walking along the boardwalk, watch the ships come and go and watch the planes come and go.
We spent the first few days driving around, checking out different areas that we thought we might like to live. Brisbane is an older city than Perth and sprawls over a large and hilly area. Roads go up, down, sideways and around hills. The traffic is crazy as, in addition to the hills, a lot of the roads are quite narrow.
It didn’t take us long to narrow down our desired possible-future-home-suburbs as Sangate or Shorncliffe with Clontarf coming in a distant third. The thought of living in Clontarf had been quite nice as we’d stayed in Clontarf Castle when we were in Ireland. But the shine wore off that idea a bit when we drove around Clontarf Qld.
Our girls would absolutely love Sadgate beach anyway. So much shallow, calm water – just made for dogs to play in. It might look a bit like mud flats but it’s not. It’s very enjoyable to walk along.
We’d love to buy a renovated Queenslander, but they are very pricey and with 2 large aging golden retrievers a high-set home may not be the best idea. We’d probably also want to sell the house in Woolgoolga if we wanted to buy a Queenslander of any size. We’ll keep an eye on prices over the next few months and just see what the maket in the Sandgate area does. One of the big bonuses with Sandgate/Shorncliffe is the proximity to a train station and an easy train trip for Stephen to work.
We had a look through a couple houses while we were there to see just what you get for your money. None of them were exactly what we’d want – which is probably a good thing as we’re not ready to buy yet.
We also spent a day up at Mt Coottha and in the botanical gardens. That was really pleasant and the views from Mt Coottha are stunning.
I think everyone should be away from home on holidays on their birthday, and I achieved that while we were away. We hopped on the train and headed into the city on my birthday for lunch at a Japanese restaurant we’d been to a couple of thimes before, on a previous visit to the city. Unforunately we discovered that Sono isn’t open for lunch on weekends so that was very disappointing. Never-the-less, we did find a Japanese cafe/take-away with ready-made but good food – not classy like Sono but better than some fast-food Japanese we’ve had.
We caught up with our good friend, Sam, mid-way through the ‘holiday’. We had a lovely time. We saw her new home – very nice. We met her new squeeze. He’s very nice too.
Mum caught the bus up from Nambucca Heads a few days later and stayed with us for a couple of nights before we drove back down to Nambucca with her. We had a lovely day up in Montville while she was with us. Weattempts to contact Paul made several in the hope the we could catch up with him, though we got no response to email, text message or phone call. We were really disappointed about that.
We had pretty good weather in Brissy. It was a bit overcast and rainy some days, but not enough to stop us getting out and about, and not even enough for us to put on coats.
We headed down to Nambucca with the intention to spend a few days with mum and also doing an owners inspection of the Woopi house. All went as planned except for mum having picked up a bug os some sort on the morning we left Brisbane and being unwell for our stay with her.
The house inspection went well, everything is ok and our current tenants are taking care of things, unlike our previous let’s-not-go-there tenants. We detoured back to Nambucca through Coramba so we could have a look at Mountain Ash Pottery to see whether there was anything new we could add to our collection. We decided not to buy anything this time, but filed a couple of pieces in the memory banks for if we do move to Brisbane.
On the Sunday before we left we went for a walk from mum’s to the V Wall and then stopped for some lunch at the tavern. There were dark clouds and rain on the horizon and it drizzled a bit while we sat on the balcony eating. Then as we headed back the drizzle got heavier and turned into rain. Luckily we made it to a Lions BBQ shelter and were able to wait the rain out without getting wet. We headed back to mum’s and soon after the rain started again. It was still raining when we left for Brisbane on the Tuesday. We drove through water twice in our little rented Hyundai i30 as we went through Grafton; that was interesting! The rain stopped soon after and by the time we got to Brisbane the weather was hot, humid and brilliantly sunny.
We couldn’t believe the weather reports the next morning when we heard that Coffs Harbour flooded and the highway was closed later in the day on Tuesday. We were so lucky to get out!
All in all I guess the trip was successful in that it achieved it’s goals of finding us a suburb we’d be happy to live in and gave us an indication of what’s for sale and how much we’ll have to pay to get something we’d really like. It wasn’t a relaxing holiday, ‘though, in fact it was quite stressful.
I’ve decided this post is long enough so I’ll post the photos in a separate post.
Few things get me more riled up than bicyle safety.
I get really cranky about drivers who don’t show respect to bike riders – how would you feel if you hit someone on a bike? Of course it’s not only the drivers that need to show more respect. There are some bike riders who could be a lot more respectful of cars on the road.
I’m both saddened and angered by the numbers of kids I see riding to school without helmets. These kids aren’t always on their own either, they are often riding with parents – who also have no helmets. How would you feel if your chilld suffered a head injury because they fell from their bike and hit their helmetless head? Why don’t the schools police it? Wouldn’t they prefer to reduce the seriousness of any injury experienced by their students on their way to/from school. Why don’t the police police it? It’s the law. Whether you’re 2 years old on your first bike or you’re 102 years old on your latest bike you should be wearing a helmet. Get those toddlers into the habit even if they aren’t going onto the road yet. No helmet = no bike!
I get a real bee in my bonnet about cyclists who don’t use their bells. Just ask anyone who’s been out walking on a shared pathway with me! If I’m walking, whether I’m wearing my iPod or not, I’m not going to hear you come up behind me on your bike. I could, for any number of reasons, step sideways, right into your path. Ring your bell to warn me you’re coming! Your bike isn’t roadworthy if it doesn’t have lights and a bell. The bell isn’t just there for show. It’s not painted on (like Russell Kirkpatrick’s car indicators). Not too long after we moved to Perth a pedestrian died after being hit by a cyclist on a shared pathway. How would you feel if you were that bike rider? If, heaven forbid, you don’t have a bell on your bike go out and get one, and in the meantime when you approach a pedestrian call out to them “bike on your right!” to warn them that you’re passing.
I know I owe an update on the Brisbane trip. I promise it will be forthcoming…soon…
I’ve spent today polishing my resume and crafting cover letters for job applications. I’ve applied for 5 jobs so far. I have 3 more on my list that I need to contact recruiters and find out locations, and 1 for ECU that requires addressing selection criteria and also requires inclusion of 2 referees who I have to just confirm before I give out their details.
None of the jobs are web development jobs. It’s just not an option for me right now. For the most part, the jobs I’m applying for are admin/reception jobs. I have to face the fact that with the 4 year break my commercial development experience level is just not current or high enough. My previous employer has been unable to provide me with more than a few hours of work in the past month. And realistically I’m not a freelancer at heart and would prefer to be working in a team environment. I would love to remain amongst the vibrancy of the web development industry, but know that I’m better if I’m working with people. One of the jobs I applied for combines both those – client liaison manager for a web development company.
Please cross all fingers and send positive vibes!