Baby Archie is Wearing our Ugg Boots!

Here in Australia we were so proud to see baby Archie wearing the tiny sheepskin boots given to him by retired Governor General, Sir Peter Cosgrove, on our behalf. Called Ugg boots here for as long as I remember (although there has been a legal challenge to the brand name from outside the country) they are made here in the Hunter Valley and they are the softest cosiest things you can put on your feet, so no wonder Archie looks comfy. His tiny toes would be toastie warm!The photo was taken by his Mother, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex.

Ugg boots are an Aussie icon. Worn by both men and women, indoors or out, they are the nearest thing i can think of to an adult ssecurity blanket! At the end of a long day I would pull on my soft grey original-style ones, feel my toes sink into the soft fleece and sigh as the world slipped away. Sadly, I lost that pair to my teenage son but how could I as a mother deprive him of such a source of comfort? As Aussies we do have an emotional attachment to them, in the country or city.

See the Ugg boots factory website The Mortels website describes itself thus:

Mortels manufacturing base is located at Thornton, and they retail their locally manufactured product from showrooms in both Thornton and Warners Bay. Mortels only distribute in Australia through their own retail outlets to preserve their brand and the quality of Australian manufacturing. They also offer a large range of their products through their website, direct sales to local, national and international customers. Mortels sheepskins are specially selected from Australian grown sheep….

Oops I didnt intend to copy all the above, but this is such an Australian local no-hype company and I have really enjoyed wearing their products. It includes the style of boots Archie is swearing, so now you know where to get them!

Photo courtesy of Mortels web site


Name Dropping: Sir Peter Cosgrove – retired Australian Governor General.

I met Sir Peter early on in his military career in the 1970’s when he was an officer at the Singleton Army base and I was involved in local tourism.

‘A real man’s man’, as they say, totally involved in the running of a busy training camp and the welfare of his troops. A no-nonsence kind of person, got to the point. Got it done.

My connection was through the Army museum on the camp. I remember having a short but interesting conversation about what they were training to defend us from, since Australia seemed a very safe continent. That was a real eye-opener!

He managed to keep the local town of Singleton onside, despite our houses being constantly rattled by the Army’s bombing and shelling practice. He had the total respect of his troops. He and his wife, Lynne Cosgrove were very popular at social eevents.

He has gone from strength to strength but I haven’t followed his career until he appeared on the news doing a good job as our Governor General and the only person I know who could keep this current bunch of politicians in line.

Even back in the 1970’s Sir Peter had a presence, and he is one of the few people of whom I have ever stood in awe.Biography

Get in line girls He’s mine!

From the Topics column Newcastle Herald

Tucked away at the bottom of the Topics column today was a snippet that made my day. Mr D’Arcy and his wife have finally separated. Whoopee!At last he can be mine! Cutting back on chocs and Christmas pud immediately. Never mind a New Year Resolution. What better incentive go hit the gym and finally start the diet. And no I am not sorry for the former Mrs Colin Firth, (the actor who played Mr D’Arcy so succesfully in ‘Pride and Prejudice’. No female forgets his wet shirt scenewatch it here.You’re welcome.). She allegedly had an affair with a hot-bloded Italian journalist for Heaven’s sake, just when poor Colin has reached the pipe and slippers stage. Well he suits me fine ‘just the way be is’ (Bridget Jones).


Cornelius and Mrs D’Arcy
Coincidentally, I only lately connected the surname, after years of reading Jane Austen, with a real, older, charming Mr D’Arcy in my life: My Irish Grandad, Cornelious D’Arcy, pictured here with Grandma in the 1950’s.

She Really Did It!

Just as I was writing the follow-up to my friend Naomi Allen’s headshave event, the news announced that raging bushfires had reached the little town where she and her family lives! I nearly died with shock. I knew she hadn’t been well that morning.

‘The boys were very scared’ was a bit of an understatement when I was able to contact her later.

I have known Naomi since she was six, and her Mother is one of my best friends.

I had already been worried about her Mum’s safety the day before when yet another fierce bushfire was being fought in her area along the coast.

Now her daughter had to flee and drive for safety from the encroaching bushfire with three children aged five years and under!

25 fire trucks arrived in the little country town on the New England Highway while the inferno was being watched live on television.

Meanwhile Naomi was driving her precious boys to safety in the opposite direction.

Naomi and four-year old Braxton recently featured in the Newcastle Herald story here after she had promised Braxton she would cut off her hair to make him feel better about his baldness condition, alopecia areata universealis details of alopecia which occurred following a severe virus. Currently the diagnosis is life-long hair loss.

A situation at pre-school had broken Braxton’s heart, and told him he was different. Now Mum was going to shave off her hair so he would not feel alone. “Goodonyer Mum”!

The haircut on 30th October not only made the little boy so happy, “He keeps touching it”

Naomi says, but it also helped raise awareness about Alopecia Areata.

Big brother, Lincoln, helped hairdresser, Stacy, with the head shave – with relish!

Lincoln turns Barber!

Nay had decided to make the head shave into a fundraiser to help a charity that makes wigs for children with Braxton’s condition. They were thrilled by one of the largest single financial donations (nearly $,800) they had ever received.

They will also put Naomi’s former long hair to good use.

So much love

(You can still donate here)



https://myparkinsonsdiary.blog/2019/09/28/hair-raising-tale/

https://www.newcastleherald.com.au/story/6445452/a-mothers-selfless-love-for-four-year-old-son/?src=rss&utm_email=9980537b30

Musical Bathroom Chairs

I’m hating this old person thing, buying all these aids, such as a deep sided dinner plate, but I do love my new bathroom chair in the shower.

Simple but effective
Adjustable hand- held or fixed hose works well with he shower seat
Add a clear acrylic long-handled back brush (hanging from tap). Plus a strong double-length grab rail on the wall for safety

Quite expensive through my Occupational Therapist, but there now case of those split- second blackouts I have now and then. My bathroom is tiny but easy-clean low maintenance. No room to swing a cat (pets not allowed). This is the second bathroom chair. The first nearly shot me on to the floor like a slippery dip when wet! Extremely dangerous. The company dont usually accept the return of used goods (I had only tried it once), but they decided the risk of accident and repercussions was not worth it and rang to offer an alternative.

Actually the tall and burly youngish man and I ended up having a good laugh as we tried squeezing nto spaces while we passed each other several times trying to adjust the seat height. I hope the neighbours weren’t listening, now I recall our dialogue relating to the chair, ending with “Yes that feels great. Thank you.”

So I can really recommend a shower chair. It is just lovely to take the weight off and let lovely warm water cascade gently over to ease the muscles while washing with lovely scented shower gel. How I miss no longer being able to use a bath, but this comes close.

A Fridge That Does Your Shopping

You know that moment when you are in the supermarket aisle and you know there is something missing in the fridge that you were going to replace, but can’t remember?

Or you wonder which vegetables you wanted and you wish you could just ring your fridge and ask it to tell you?

Well now you can!

My son was telling me about the latest fridge that you can look up on your smartphone app which connects with a camera inside your fridge and you can actually stand in the supermarket and see what you’ll need. I kid-you-not!

Not only that it’s has a screen on the door that you can use to bring up a recipe to cook, or call up children’s school program and see whether you should be planning something. The the options appear endless because it links online as a cmputer.

You you can be playing music, or watching a movie, catching the quiz on tv or possiblySkyping family overseas so they can watch you cook.

It even keps food cold and fresh, or frozen! Who would have thought it!

I thought my son must be kidding so I looked it up on Google and here it is. In JB Hifi at Kotara, right on my doorstep. This I have got to try.

He then started to tell me about a fridge that you could change around so that one side could be a freezer when you had a lot of frozen items or you could make that the chilling ing side instead and the other side could be the freezer, just by fkickng a switch, but my head just wouldn’t go there.

I used to think having a fridge that made ice cubes in the door was the Bees knees but this refrigerator they call a Family Hub takes the biscuit – and the ice cream, pardon the pantry pun. Oh crumbs.

PS. The style is called a French Door Fridge, and I was going to say ‘but I bet it doesnt speak French, ha ha’, but then I thought that with Google translate it probably does. Bloomin’ eck.

Forgotten whats in your fridge? Look on your smartphone! Click pic for more details on website

Take the Grandchildren!

Baby Tasmanian devil. Photo courtesy of website. Click on pic to visit

Australia has many unique animals. Our family used to love visiting the Reptile Park, especially Eric the huge crocodile. You dont need to worry about the snakes there. They help provide anti-venom that goes out to save lives. heck them, and everything from cute koalas and huge hairy spider to baby Tasmanian Devils out at the Australian Reptile Park. Link above.

Balloons and Tristan the Twister

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How lovely must it be to have a Daddy who is a magician! Daisy and Willow could tell you.

I came across these photos taken years ago when I first met my magic young friend, Tristan the Twiister, or Tristan Stothard. He was entertaining at The Lockeeper during lunch, blowing and twisting bright balloons into all sorts of recognisable shapes, shown in the slideshow.

When my craft shed was erected in the corner of the garden, one of the neighbours said it was like Downton Abbey and needed a Grand Opening. So Eunton Abbey began! But that is another story.

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Tristan and his balloon Union Jack

I sent an invite for help to Tristan who arrived with his lovely daughter, Daisy. He went to work and made me a balloon Union Jack to hang across my stable door.

Then he made grande chapeaus (my French is tres terrible) for my garden party guests. All wonderfully pretentious!

Despite all the merriment, the magician seemed lonely.

Soon after my event Tristan met his new wife and soulmate, Emma,, who totally encourages him in all this wonderful madness, and, as if by magic, along came Willow.

Tristan also made some wedding flowers from balloons to accompany a framed poem I was giving the couple. They were a great hit and lasted longer than real flowers!

Soon after I came back to my family in Australia. In meeting my very kind magician friend at a low point of my life, following the passing within months of my Mum and Dad, those balloons lifted my spirits and left brightness iin my mind that stays in one corner forever.

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