Oh my I know that saying is so Australian.. But I am Australian.. So forgive me.
Today my washing machine decided to pack it in. Water everywhere.. Laundry. Kitchen. Yep. Everywhere. I tried to be McGyver (because I have managed a lot of situations over the last 18 months and I am proud of me!!) but it did not work. Water is water. No matter who you are or where you are.
But I laughed. A lot.
Then I go for my fostering medical. You know what I adore about my doctor? He cares so damn much. I can't be mad he is running 30 minutes late because he over runs my appointments all the time.
I am healthy. I am fine. I am waiting for the next steps of fostering.
Till next time.
P.S. I miss you
The 29th of April marked 2 events.
- 26 years since I moved to Sydney. Yes, I had a short hiatus in Qld and Melbourne but Sydney has always been my home.
- 1 year since Myuran Sukumaran and Andrew Chan were sentenced to death - actually, they were murdered, in Indonesia
I can celebrate my anniversary here every day. I live in a city that allows that.
What I cannot believe is that the anniversary of the murder Myuran and Andrew passed without a lot of comment. It's like as a country we have moved on. We do not care that this callous act was more of a political event than that of a country punishing two people, who had spent 10 years in gaol turning their lives around.
I still refuse to visit Bali. I will not go there regardless of how cheap it is. Do the people of Bali miss out on my tourist dollars? Yes, I suppose so.. But I can't do it.
RIP.
