Cat Chat

Absolutely mindless chatter. 😊

  • Lady Cayte. I have a cat who turns 9 years old this year.
  • The first few nights we had her as a kitten, I thought I should have named her “Hannibal”. Wild thing, she may kill us in our sleep, kinda cat.
  • Now, she is the epidemy of “teenage dirtbag baby” in attitude. She is exceptionally low maintenance.
  • If I forget to buy cat food, I remind her that she is a Lion and must seriously hunt for food.
  • She took this as a “hold my catnip”. Ugh. So I buy food on time now. In bulk.
  • @SirNoid has a cat of similar age. Countessa Gina. She is slutty and will climb all over anyone who gives her attention. She is high maintenance and scratches on doors to be let in or out. She will beg for things.
  • Cayte is above such, like me.

Restaurant Review : Parsley’s

I’ve visited Parsley’s at Thrupps Illovo before and decided to get Victoria’s thoughts during #dateswithmydaughter today.

We had French Toast with Bacon and Camembert. The prices are very reasonable, the restaurant is full, service is a bit scarce… but our only real issue was that the Camembert was more of a side chick than in a committed relationship with the breakfast.

Loved the freshly squeezed Orange Juice, Coffee is good and Vix loved the Milo. ☕

Don’t visit if you are in a hurry but otherwise plenty of food options. All the servers appear to be named after flowers so if you can’t remember who served you, just ask for Petunia! 😂

Book Review: The Mother’s Mistake by Ruth Heald

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From the beginning, it is clear Claire was running from something.

I think Claire only ever wanted an idyllic life in the country with her husband Matt and baby daughter, Olivia. What she did get is a flawed husband, a cottage in the country filled with her husband’s deceased grandmother’s belongings while suffering an undiagnosed bout of postnatal depression. Oh, I almost forgot the forever intrusive mother-in-law.

Odd things start happening at home where Claire spend plenty of time on her own with a screaming baby Oliva (who feeds and screams more than any baby I have ever met) while her husband works at setting up his veterinary practice.

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A daughter is just a little girl who grows up to be your best friend.

#dateswithmydaughter Victoria was a wonderful time together this week. We went to Mugg & Bean in Cresta Shopping Centre– each time we congratulate ourselves on living on the edge, choosing such an exciting option – not. 😉

We laughed and spoke too much to take pictures of anything… but Dennis has served us before and seems content in bringing endless ice and the rosemary salt on the side to whatever we order.

It is a great joy to be able to spend hours talking with your 20-year-old mini-me. Not running out of subject matter. My daughter is a fascinating creature and I obviously love her, but I also like her very much.

I think this is something you only learn when your kids are older. You always love them, but you don’t always like them. Or like what they do.

We had to pick up a few things and getting in the car, I realised five hours had passed.

I love your crazy ass chicken. Sorry about making you and the brothers listen to Billy Connolly on the school drive. It helped my anxiety post-divorce at the time, but probably not character building for you. 🙈 I’m a flawed, human Mom… yet you are doing fabulously. I’m very proud of your achievements.

#VictoriasMom
#theoriginalcast

Courage.

Sometimes I wonder if it is a curse or a gift to experience life so intensely… but I do believe it’s courageous. Leaves one expose for depths of pain, but also for intense joy…oh and flight of delightful fantasy.

Happiness or sadness, disappointment or elation, joy or pain.

Ultimately I know to be vulnerable, is to be alive and therefore I would rather experience life from the core.

Look, it can make me a bit intense on occasion, I suppose… but at least life is never predictable.

Christmas. Done.

    • My daughter, Victoria and long-time apprentice son in law, Jeandré visited @SirNoid and I quite unexpectedly for Christmas.
    • @SirNoid may as well have slaughtered a sheep for the proverbial return, as he roasted the biggest lamb I’ve ever seen in our oven. He prepared it beautifully and we all enjoyed it tremendously. Well done husband. You did amazing.

SirNoid & Wenchy

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Shooting stars.

I wish I realised earlier in my life that I was always only going to be but a vessel. Providing guidance, love and affection but in a supporting role.

They were alive inside me, being knitted together… but with that first breath after birth, children are shooting stars into a tomorrow that does not belong to me, as their mother.

#ynwa

My eldest son, Kev and I this morning. I’m literally holding onto the last few moments together before he and Maxine relocates to the 🇬🇧 UK on Thursday. #ynwa

Things never happen the
same way twice, dear one.
–The Chronicles of Narnia

Liza Clifford Studio : Sports Bra

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

During my fitting at Liza Clifford Bra Studio I learned that for years I have been buying the wrong size bra! I’d been purchasing a 44DD when in fact my correct size was a 38GG.

Liza Clifford Studio is size-inclusive, (a term I learned from Hayley Joy) meaning it caters for woman of all sizes.

The sports bra is AMAZING! I could jump up and down and with proper support, my breast stayed where they are supposed to. (Not knocking me out for example. 😁)

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