Fun with the self timer; I can go for hours and hours.....or, how I spent saturday afternoon in between cooking
Hi, sexy peeps!
So, Saturday was spent with preperations for Saturday nights family dinner....
And whilst the cake was baking, a gal had to have a little play time.......
I did have some other ideas for todays post, but the blue minute men had other ideas, the little feckers.
We were supposed to be seeing snow today; what we have seen is the most impressive all seasons in one day display I have ever experienced!
G and I had the most wonderful lie in, with a fantastic long chat with favourite friends Mark & Pam in the States.......then Justine came around for some cheese/crackers/drinkies......and then G and I settled down to watch an episode of World War II in Colour, which I am absolutely fascinated by.
My father was 19 ( born 1922, Uralla, NSW) when he went to war; he fought the Japanese in Tarakan, off the coast of Borneo, in what was reportedly a horror episode of the war.
He never spoke of it.
The only things I know are:
He had a bullet wound scar on his right leg.
According to Mummy, he witnessed decapitations.
He would endlessly read books on the subject and just cry.
I have only become interested in learning about WW II in the years since he died; I just didn't want to know when I was younger, I thought it was just a simple case of mass slaughter with no reasoning.......now I'm hooked on watching documentaries, and talking with G about it, who is pretty well read on the matter.
(G's Dad was a little younger than mine; he was a Nurse with the forces that occupied Japan after their capitulation, spending his time helping the Japanese recover )
My father never left Australia again, and was quite bitter about the whole episode; G's family has very close links with Japan now, obviously a big part of that is G's brother Simon's marriage to a fantastic Japanese woman, which G's father welcomed. Times change.)
Hmmmm, that got a little meaty for a cruisy Sunday afternoon, and I nearly deleted it.
But I think I'll let that stand.
On a brighter note, I've bought a fabulous Mrs Slocombe-esque pussy bow from Dashfield Vintage , and when I wear it, you will get down on your knees and worship.