Friday, December 24, 2010

(ec)Ho (ec)Ho (ec)Ho

Just echoing all the Ho Ho Ho titles out there today :0)

I'm copying off YOU Ute! with an old pic of me @ Christmas.

I recon this was taken around 1975, with my cuz from Qld & my little sis. I'm sure you can guess which one is me! Not very Christmasy I know, but the only I have on my puter at the moment. The reason I know it was taken at Christmas, is because we only saw this cuz @ Christmas, & the frock!

Anyhoo. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas with lots of beers (if that's your thang, if not, wine, sherry, champers, diet coke etc!) & cheer with the ones you like/love!

Be safe! XXOO

Friday, December 17, 2010

When I Grow Up I Want a Pony....

My niece Tess has been saving hard all year & intended to ask for money instead of presents for her birthday (next week) & Christmas to put towards a pony. My sis has been looking for the past couple of months & was struggling to find something within her price range (She was going to pay for most of it with a contribution from Tess). Things were looking grim.

But last week they suddenly they ended up with 2 old ponies for next to nothing - Dusky & Misty. Dusky belonged to a friend of our parents aged 24 & was free (but they paid for a 2nd hand bridle & saddle); Misty came from "over the back fence" of her partner's Dad's for $100-00 + float from Ballarat.

They went & collected Dusky on Saturday; the lady had just been diagnosed with cancer & was upset enough, but having to farewell her daughters pony bought her to tears. The condition of the pony almost bought my sis to tears. It was skin & bones although in a paddock with plenty of feed & was obviously not well. They wormed it that afternoon; when they went to check on him the next morning, he had fluid pouring out his nose & was struggling to breathe/stand etc.

Eventually they called the vet to confirm their suspicions that Dusky was in distress & close to death & there was nothing that could be done. Dusky's heart was failing, fluid was pooling in his extremities & the humane decision was made to put him down. Dad said the owners were not "horse people" but surely you can tell when your pet has obviously declined in health??? I am pretty disgusted that they failed to do something about it BEFORE giving him away.

RIP poor Dusky. Everyone was in tears & a bit heart broken.

Then Misty arrived. Tess said she looks like a unicorn & is sooooo beautiful & gentle & sweet & kind.

Misty is also quite old - early 20's I believe. I'm not sure if this photo was taken pre or post shampoo & conditioner! Yes, they conditioned her mane & tail :0)

I know what Tess will be doing this school holidays! My sis has had a ride & apparently she "goes" pretty well with a bit of a stumble now & then which I am told is quite common in older horses. I wouldn't have a clue about that, but am looking forward to spending a week down there later in January & having a ride myself. Tess is still going to put a marker under the tree where Ottie (her cat) is buried in honour of Dusky.

Last night we decided it was time to stack the wood we split a couple of weekends ago. It had been "tipped" into a pile in the front of our yard & we will need the space over Christmas. We had to chuck it into the back of the Ute & drive it closer to the wood stack, then barrow & trolley it there. This was the last load; add 20% more to the other 3 loads & you have an idea of what 2.5 - 3 cubic metres looks like. Took us 2.5 hours.

This is my first stack - there was probably 2 row's of old wood left from last year. That stack is my chest to shoulder height now.

& my second stack, which had some wood left from last year - about hip height on the right & ankle height towards the left. That stack is my shoulder height now.

This is Plumbing Boy's stack - he had to fit past last years stack with the wheelie trolley so it took him longer. I had the wheel barrow which I could park in the doorway then, hand carry the wood to my stacks. His stack is pretty long & hip height.

This what we had left over from last winter, about chest height, as well as this small stack, knee to ankle high.

I don't think we will need any wood now for a couple of years at least!!! My wrists & fingers are a bit sore this morning & my inner forearms are a bit scratched, but other than that, managed no further injury! Hahaha you can tell I've not got much going on - I'm blogging about our wood piles!!! Sorry!!!

We have our work Christmas Party tonight. I am not as enthusiastic about it as I could be. PB loves it though. He really enjoys having everyone sit at a table together with their respective partners (only 3 partners this year) & having them converse.

I get some new Christmas decorations each year & take them to where ever we are dining & make the table a little more festive.

This year we have new tinsel & baubles & "word" scatters. The Xmas tree & reindeer are from last year.

The baubles have bells in them. I'll probably amuse myself by "jingling" them randomly at people. If I can be bothered I may wear my Santa hat. I'll perk up a bit before then (a quick drink or 2 at home before hand should do the trick) & be suitably enthusiastic & the hostess with the mostest by showtime.

Hope you are all surviving your end of year mayhem & having a bit of fun!

Friday, December 10, 2010

So. Are we feeling the love out there yet? The Christmas Spirit??
I'm not really feeling it myself. I put the decorations up in the office on the 1st of December & this week bought in the Christmas tree I usually have at home.

I figure since I spend more time at work than at home I may as well have it in here until the Christmas weekend. It's a fibre optic one & changes colour.

Although I'm not really sure you can see it in the pictures. It rotates between purple, gold, silver, green, red, yellow, blue etc.
What's on your santa list this year? I've not really given it much thought until now, as our families aren't really doing presents this year. Usually I am the one to push for at least a Kris Kringle. Why bother with a tree if there are no presents to go under it? Plumbing Boy & I don't usually do presents, although he did surprise me last year.

In no particular order Santa, here's what I'd like:
  1. My exercise mojo back.
  2. Sleep. Preferably long sleep in's without the work phone ringing with stupid questions. If you have a genuine emergency, I don't mind, but if you just have a general enquiry, can you please leave it til monday?
  3. While I'm the topic of phones, no more telephone marketing please. ever.
  4. World Peace. Seriously. I'm sick of seeing the evilness on the news of what people do to each other (& to animals). Killing kids, bashing old peeps, blowing peeps up etc etc Can you give everyone happy pills?
  5. Education. Maybe this would help in the world peace dept. Ignorance through lack of education.......
  6. The ability to teleport. Then I could visit some very cool bloggers out there when ever I felt like it! Hell, I could go visit my cuz in Port Douglas or my mate in HK every weekend or so!
  7. Time. Time to lay out in the sunshine on the grass. Time to hang out at the beach. Time to catch up with family & friends more than I do now.
  8. And to not feel guilty about the above & enjoy & live the moment rather than spending that time stressing about the things I should be doing instead.
  9. No more grey hair! I like going to the hair dressers for a cut & colour(s) but I don't like HAVING to go to cover up the greys!
Yes Santa, I know some of these things are a bit impossible for you to do for me but I can only dream.
I've read a couple of things this week that I am hoping will help me get my mojo back on my own.
The first was something Tully wrote the other day -
"and waking up each morning with a commitment to a healthy lifestyle"

The second was an article a friend emailed me from "Glow Fitness". It talks about changing your mind set from someone who "exercises to lose weight or to stay fit" to thinking of yourself as a "Recreational Athlete."
The idea is that you will take your training more seriously & I guess your commitment increases.

I'm not sure that I've ever really been committed to a healthy lifestyle. I've always exercised to lose weight. The only time I've exercised for improved fitness was the 5 weeks before we went on our recent scuba trip & was running.
I can't seem to put my finger on why I am finding it so hard to get back into an exercise head space!

I went to my cousin's gig last Friday night. They rocked!!!! They actually headlined the bill & weren't on til 11.30pm. It was another very late night (didn't get home til 4.30am) & I had to be up at 8.30am to to & help Plumbing Boy with wood splitting. Surprisingly I didn't actually feel that bad. And I didn't actually have to do as much "physical" work helping as I initially thought. At the moment all the split wood it is dumped in the front yard waiting for me to stack it properly - there's around 3 cubic metres so that will give me a bit of a work out.
I really have nothing else, so will leave you will my fur ball sleeping under our coffee table one night last week. Love that cat.

Thursday, December 2, 2010


The gig was awesome.

Truth be told, my mate T & I were kinda groupies to one of the bands. We discovered them not long after they'd formed & pretty much went to every gig thereafter until they stopped playing. T remained friends with pretty much all of the guys in the band, as she went out with one of their mates for around 10 years. Me, I guess I always thought they thought I was a bit of a loser. I know it's stupid & can be quite damaging deciding what other people think about you - but that's how it is; or was, for me.

There weren't as many of the old crowd there as we'd expected; but we had an absolute hoot of a time catching up with the couple who were there. I had a chat to 3 out of the 4 band members who all remembered me by name & have since added me on FB. One left me a really sweet message saying that it was "great to see you & of course T; it felt like a proper Guttersnipes show with you two there".

I was feeling quite spesh after that!

Spiderbait were beyond awesome. I used to go & see them with the Guttersnipes before they were Spiderbait............way back they were Spiderbaby but had to change their name for copy right reasons (I think??). The Corner is such a great venue. We were right up the front in amongst it moshin' (well I was, T was standing back & bit & P was kneeling on the stage). Luckily I was hanging with P's mate who is 6ft+ & kept me safe from the stage divers, crowd surfers & out of control drunks!!! I only got my feet stomped on a few times so all was good. Was drench with sweat afterwards & grinning like a crazy peep!

Didn't get home til 4.30am after waiting an hour for a Cab in the rain! Stayed at T's as she lives a bit closer to the city than I. Was a bit useless Sunday & spent most of the afternoon after T ran me home on the couch. Plumbing Boy was off dirt bike riding so I was left to nurse my hangover in peace. Oh. Except the bit where I had to take his car to the DVD store as he had mine & it ran out of petrol & gas on the way back & I had walk the last 2kms home in the rain. I had a few sound tracks running through my mind then, & most of them involved heavy curse words!!!

The walk did me good though & my headache subsided somewhat & walking up my stairs was a bit easier afterwards. I'd done Pump for the first time in 6 months Saturday morning & my quads have only come good really today. I've been walking around like a bloody cripple!!!! I did a 5km walk Tuesday night & they were OK while I was moving, but as soon as I stopped.......back to cripple land.

My cat got into a fight on Saturday night (or so PB thought he heard) while I was at the pub. When I came home on Sunday, she had licked a patch of fur of one of her hind quarters & on closer inspection had a deep puncture wound!!!! At first I thought she'd been bitten by a snake, but she was well within herself & didn't moan when I touched it & while it looked really deep, was clean & pink. So I've been attacking her with betadine & it's formed a nice scab this morning.

Due to the DOM's from Saturday, exercise has been haphazard, might try a run tonight, then I have extra curricular exercise planned for the rest of the week. Friday night am going to see my cuz's band Mistress Mondays play in Prahran (more moshin'). Saturday PB has some heavy labour planned for me. Friends are getting rid of a heap of sleepers from their garden & have had a couple of trees cut down (they are demolishing the existing house & rebuilding). He's hired a log splitter for the weekend - we have a wood fired heater. My job will be to help load & unload the split wood at each end. It is going to be 30 degrees. I will be hung over. And we are going to a 40th Saturday night. I'll have to try not to fall asleep at the dinner table I recon!!!

PS I'm Lovin' Primal Scream - Screamadelica soooo much right now. 3RRR have been advertising their gig & I downloaded the album yesterday. Way back when I was (as my old man used to call me) a bar maid - we had this CD in the pub. It was a bit of a soundtrack to the couple of years I worked there. Love. Love. Love.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Memory Lane

I'm taking a trip down memory lane Saturday night to the music of my early 20's. The Corner Hotel is hosting a "Punters Club Reunion Gig".

I lived in a shared house 2 blocks from the Punters Club for 12 months or so (& other shared houses within 10 - 20 minutes walk for around 4 years) spending quite a bit of time at the venue seeing bands (& drinking beer). I saw a lot of live music between '89 & '95 - our motto was Beers Bands & Boys & my 2 best girlfriends & I vowed we'd still be going to gigs when we had walking sticks! Unfortunately we don't see as much live music now as we'd like to; still adore a pub gig though, complete with sticky carpet.

Sadly the The Punters Club closed down in 2002. It was a fantastic venue & was a starting point for many many bands, some of whom will be playing Saturday night at the (charity) reunion gig. In particular, I am looking forward to seeing Spiderbait, Guttersnipes & Hoss. Most of you should recognise Spiderbait's cover of "Black Betty", but I'm looking forward to hearing the tunes of that era, like Footy & Old Man Sam.

Ah the memories of those times. Some good, some not so good: lots of reckless boozy nights were had, that's for sure. I shake my head now at some of those antics; while I'm certainly no angel now, I hope I've developed little more class than I had back then!

Rock on Boys & Girls.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


I seem to have lost my mojo since returning from holidays. I've been eating & drinking like there is about to be a world famine; I've done bugger all exercise & the scales are responding accordingly.

I can't be bothered at the moment. Maybe it's post holiday blues. After all, who wouldn't rather be laying on the beach than stuck inside in an office dealing with the general public, shitty staff members, blah blah blah.

As you can see I'm in a bit of a funk.

I'm going to a gig on Saturday night to see some bands who were the sound track of my life from around 19 - 22. Even that has failed to motivate me into any sort of eating less & exercising more frenzy!

So far I haven't been too stressed about the gig, but you can bet your ass by Saturday arvo I'll be having a bit of a melt down. Seeing people I've not seen in (well, that many years - you do the math); what to say, feeling pudgy yadah yadah yadah.

Yes I know there are staving children in Africa & I'm just being a shallow self centred git, but sometimes that's just how it is.

On the up side, I did go shopping last weekend & found a flattering top to wear to either our work Xmas party (as I wore the only other top I have/like to the social club dinner last Friday) or Saturday night; & a cute little black dress. It's more casual & I could wear with Doc boots if I wanted. Photo's next week.

My fave long shorts though, are too tight & I couldn't take them on my holiday & the black cargo's I wore to my hens night last year are disgustingly tight so I couldn't take them either.

So. Now that I've had a bit of a sooky la, I think it's time to gather my wits & get my mojo on. I went to the gym on Saturday morning & managed a 1km walk + 5km run ( the only exercise I've done since I got back). It was a bloody struggle; but WTF, I was averaging 20 kms a week over 3 runs before I went away. It's definately a mind thing.

I've got shit loads of social things between now & Xmas which will involve lots of eating, drinking & merriment.

No more procrastination.
No more using being too tired/work/can't be bothered as excuses.

Think Fitter
Think Firmer
Think Leaner
Think Move Your Ass!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Soggy Moggy

Hello out there! After 2 weeks of scuba diving, this soggy moggy has returned & dried out somewhat. My liver has too (dried out that is). We departed Melbourne the last Saturday in October & flew to Sydney, changed planes & flew then direct to Manila. Took a taxi to our accommodation in central Manila, ordered home delivery pizza (which arrived in less than 10 minutes!) ate & promptly went to sleep.

Our next flight was at 4pm Sunday from where we thought was the new international airport in Manila (as opposed to the old international airport into which we'd arrived the night before). We amused ourselves with a bit of shopping & lunch before checking out. As were were departing our hotel at 1pm, the cab driver exclaimed to us that we couldn't go to that airport in a taxi & that is was yet ANOTHER international airport in provincial Manila that was 30 minutes by cab PLUS 2 x EFFING HOURS BY BUS away.

At this point we realised we were going to miss our flight & I was so upset I almost threw up in the foyer. Class act. To Plumbing Boy's credit he was very kind to me; although slightly frustrated, realised that our mate K who was joining us & returning to that same airport had also missed this & that we'd both made a genuine error.

Thus began the amazing race. K had flown directly to Kota Kinabalu the night before & was spending the day lazing by the pool awaiting us to join her before out next flight Monday morning to get to the dive resort (from KK, there is another 45 minute flight to Tawau, 60 minute mini bus ride to Semporna, 30 minute speed boat ride to the resort). As the dive resort was all pre paid, we needed to get THERE ASAP. The next flight from the provincial airport wasn't until 3.15pm the following day which still would have left us with an over night in KK & not arriving at the resort until lunch time Tuesday. BAH.

What we did was this. Taxi back to the old International Airport. Bought tickets to Kuala Lumpur. Flew there Sunday night. Checked into the airport motel (& got about 4 hours sleep - but the buffet breakfast was almost worth the price of the room). Took the earliest flight to KK (back towards Manila - KK is 2.5 hrs from KL & 2hrs from Manila); had 45 minute transit to go through customs at KK as we were now in Borneo apparently.

Mr customs was very friendly & wanted to know where we were from & where we were going & was teaching me how to pronounce the names of the places. Me. I'm a complete bundle of stress going just hurry the fuck up dude I don't want to miss another flight & we still need to get our boarding passes! Mr customs tells me Mr boarding pass is in the next booth & there was no rush. I scoot over to Mr boarding pass who definitely needs glasses as he almost had is face pressed into his monitor AND he was typing with not 2, but 1 finger! Lordy I almost had a nervous break down.

We made our next flight with time to spare for an iced coffee & a muffin & to update K by txt that we hadn't missed any more flights. The 45 min flight to Tawau was uneventful. The resort guys spotted us straight away & drove us by mini bus to the port of Semporna very quickly. I don't think they were obeying the speed limit signs & spent as much time on the opposite side of the road overtaking traffic as they did on the side of the road they were supposed to be driving on (coincidentally, the same as in Australia). Even PB was getting a little worried.

Next stop was the speed boat. Of course it was having fuel problems & we had to stop 3 times in the port for the boat man to bleed the fuel lines. PB was just about to take over when we finally got going. 30 minutes later our "resort" appeared in the middle of the ocean. Kapalai used to be an island which has eroded over time leaving the sand bar the resort is built on.

Our resort.

We arrived too late in the afternoon for our intro dive where the instructors check you to make sure you are competent & your gear (or their hire gear) is all working before you are allowed on any boat dives. K had arrived at lunch time & manged to fit her orientation dive in before the 2.30pm afternoon boat dive which she also went on, so despite the additional cost & the taking the long way round, we had not forfeited too much diving.

Of course PB & I woke at the crack of dawn, Malaysia is 3 hours behind Melbourne time so it was really 8.30am according to our body clocks.

The sunrise wasn't so colourful, but check out these clouds!

We sat & watched the sun come up & the group of divers from our resort who had been chosen to go to Sipadan (the mecca of diving) that day. In the package you are entitled to 3 x boat dives each day & unlimited shore dives out the front of the resort.

Dive boat.

More of our resort

They have a huge garden area on the resort to recycle some of the waste water so I took some pic's of the flowers for PB's Mum.

See the blue dot on the top of the flower? It's a bee. He flew off before I found the macro setting on the camera......

The diving around the resort & to the other sites by boat other than Sipadan, is a combination of Muck Diving &/or Macro diving. see
here for more detailed info. Muck diving usually involves no coral, no pretty fish & looking in sandy or murky flats for very small critters or critters that blend very well into their environment. Unless you are diving with someone skilled at spotting such critters, you could spend the entire dive looking at sand or "muck". Not really my thing.

Macro diving can be done in any environment & is where you find very small critters. Imagine finding a pinky/purple Pygmy sea horse about half the size of your little fingernail hiding on a metre high pinky/purple fan coral. That is macro at its ultimate & again for skilled divers. Us novices tend to like the big stuff as it is easy to see!!!!!

Tuesday we did our intro dive at 8.30am then joined K for the 10.30am & 2.30pm boat dives. At 5.30pm we checked the dive schedule for Wednesday. GAME ON. We were scheduled to go to Sipadan! We had limited drinks & went to bed early (I think our jet lag had caught up as I was asleep by 8pm) ready for our 5am start.

We were triple sharing a room with K & all woke up at 3am with a monsoonal type storm belting down on our bungalow. We jumped up & shut all the windows & doors & moved one of the beds over which the roof was leaking & disappointed went back to sleep fearing our trip would be cancelled in the morning. We slept fitfully til 5am & as it was still bucketing down we sent PB ahead to the dive shop to see what was happening. The wind had abated somewhat but the weather was still pretty shitty.

PB rushes back & said hurry up we are going!!!! K & I jump up, chucked on our bathers & hastily pack bags (which we never opened the whole day mind you!) & scooted to the dive shop in the rain. Scoffed down a quick breakfast & were on our way. Sipadan is only 15 minutes by speed boat away, so before we knew it, we were there. It was still raining when we arrived, but was easing. The water temperature was 31 degrees C & the air temp was probably similar, so although we were soggy, we were warm.

First dive of the day was barracuda point. What can I say. We were greeted by a column of around 1000 barracuda. Magic. We could have just hung there for ages watching, but group were moving onwards. We saw white & black tip reef sharks; too many tropical fish to name, beautiful soft & hard corals & turtles galore. We did 4 dives that day from the boat - you actually stay at Sipadan island all day for this trip & eat in between dives on the island instead of returning to the resort. I could say so much more, but this post is already getting a bit long winded & I really need to get back to work! More images of diving Sipadan here.

We did 3 boat dives Thursday (K skipped the last dive) & PB & I attempted a night dive at the resort. We hired torches as neither of us own them (we have the rest of our own gear though); torch 1 failed on decent, so we popped back up to get another one, but they had run out. Half way down again the other torch failed. It was twilight so we continued on intending to just spiral a structure under the water until we could no longer see then return to the resort on top of the water so we could see where we were going. The torch then came back on & continued to work intermittently, after about 20 minutes we gave up as it was getting too dark when it wasn't working to really see where we were going.

Plumbing boy had a go at underwater photography while snorkeling around the resort.

A turtle in the water hanging about the resort.

Sunset Kapali

Friday was our last day & PB & I did the first boat dive, K had a break again. We attempted to dry out our gear, which was a bit hard as it was pissing down again. We eventually gave up & packed all the wet gear in one back & the dry gear in the other & checked out before lunch.

Back onto the speed boat. 2/3rds of the way back to Semporna, the boatman got lost. It was raining so hard & the sea mist was so thick that you could only see about 2 metres in any direction. Fabulous when you are travelling at high speed. The boat man usually navigated by sight & didn't know how to use his compass. PB was sitting up the front & of course took charge & told him to stop before we crashed. Another passenger Dirk who we'd been diving with had his GPS with him & had the co-ordinates. Very lucky. As the mist cleared, we were facing an island & were about 1/2km from driving straight up onto it's beach! Dirk & PB directed the boat man back to port until he could make out some familiar landmarks with PB hanging his head out the side window to try & spot for other potential collision hazards.

Back on to the mini bus & into the heart of Tawau where we stayed overnight in a grotty hotel that had very questionable meat in their hamburgers & cold fries. Ugh. We were pleased to leave. The scuba gear had 2/3rds dried out overnight so was a little easier to manage.

Back to the Tawau airport for our flight to KK, 3 hour wait here for our flight back to Manila to the PROVINCIAL international airport. 2 hour bus ride to the depot in central Manila, then 15 minute taxi back to our motel. Our friend M1 was out the front waiting for us onto his 4th(?) beer.

Happy reunions. Hang out the dive gear again for more drying, beer, dinner, more beer then bed. Up early to the domestic airport this time for our flight to Caticlan (45 minutes). This flight turned in to 1.5 hours as there was bad weather on the ground at the airport & we actually flew around & around & around & around in circles. If the control tower hadn't decided it was OK after the last turn it did, we were going to be diverted to another airport 2 hours bus ride away!

Landed safely, courtesy bus 1km to the port, ferry ride 1km to Boracay island, tricyle ride 15 - 20 minutes to the D'mall (yes, that is what it called. Get your Rastafarian on & you will have the correct pronunciation!). 5 minute walk to our accommodation. Our friend T had already been there for a couple of days of relaxation prior. W don our "togs" & hit the beach!!!!!! Bliss.

PB kicking back after lunch white beach Boracay Island

Cheers. Enjoying the local brew on the beach - San Miguel

We spent that night (Monday) catching up. Tuesday PB & I did a couple of dives (K joined us for 1); another friend M2 arrived that afternoon so as you do we took him to the bar & drank with him until he was ready to sleep! PB & I were up early the next morning for a dive & again we spent the day lazing about.

Wednesday we'd arranged a day out on the big boat (sleeps around 12; the most they've had on board for a day trip is around 40 people although that was a little crowded so I hear!). Unfortunately the weather was not so flash - raining on & off & not much sunshine, but again the water & air temp is warm. The divers did 3 dives, the non divers (& some of the divers) had a bit of a snorkel. Our friend who owns the dive shop is Spanish so he cooked us up an amazing Paella for lunch. We had a bit of a sunset cruise with duty free vodka & beer on the way back to celebrate the day out & T's last night.

Thursday was our last day, but we decided not to dive & let our gear dry our properly. We lazed about the beach again & later in the afternoon went on a sailboat ride.

Sunset (taken from in the water)

And again

The water is so clear, even at sunset when you look down from water waist deep you can see the ripples in the sand below the water.

Dodgy shot of our candle lit table. We found out on our 2nd last night that you could arrange a candlelit dinner on a private beach! We'd been to this beach during the daytime & had had lunch, but did not know you could book the little cove for your own private dinner party. The table was decked out with candles & flowers. The staff had dug holes in the sand around the table & placed candles in them.

They aslo placed candles in lots of nooks & crannies of the rock

As well as making this "sculpture" of wine bottles, shells, & candles. To complete the ambiance, they also made a small bonfire for us on the beach. Unfortunately one of our friends had already gone home that day, so she missed out, but it was an amazing dinner. There were even firefly's!!! I'd never seen them before. And I spotted a black & white striped seasnake slithering along the beach when I snuck off in the dark to pee! It was a long long hike up a big big hill to get to the public toilet block, so most of us ducked behind one of the big boulders on the beach. I'm glad I saw the snake before I bloody squated on it!!!!! Sorry, too much information I know!

Me & PB just before the sun went down. A bit blurry, but hey - I never professed to be a photographer!!!

We'd organised one of the smaller boats from the dive shop to pick us up from dinner & take us back to the main beach. This was the latest night we had out & we had a lot of fun & met a lot of interesting people at our usual favorite bar in front of our accomodation. We ended up yarning (& drinking) with a couple of blokes from Finland til around 4am!

Breaky, swim, pack, swim, collect dive gear, swim, pack dive gear, swim, shower lunch depart. Walk, tricycle, ferry, tricyle. Flight was cancelled & we were put on another flight which left an hour later, arrived at the new international airport & a very nervous taxi ride in the psychotic peak hour traffic that is Manila 24/7 seeing us arrive at the check in counter 31 minutes before our flight departed. I was so convinced we'd missed the baggage check in that I was about hurl (I'm sure that was from the stress NOT the hangover!!!). We raced to our gate where boarding had just started! I think I was asleep before the plane left the tarmac.

Unfortunately we came home via Hong Kong where we change planes. PB had started to feel like he was getting a cold & was coughing so I went & changed all our left over Peso's for HK $$ & then found him some cold & flu's & strepsils. Delivered those & went & spent my last HK$$ on some Adidas sports ear buds with fin thingies to help with them falling out of my sweaty ears. Time to board the next plane which bought us home via Adelaide. Sigh. Off the plane & on again 1.5 hours later & finally landed in cold rainy old Melbourne around 2pm Saturday afternoon.

At least immigration was easy & our bags were already on the carousell waiting for us. Last piece of transport was the cab home.

I think we were a bit ambitions trying to go to 2 remote destinations in 2 weeks - PB was extremely over the travelling & my f#ck up with the flight didn't help. We would definately go back to Sipadan, but as a stand alone destination & fly to KL then direct from KL to Tawau.

Boracay Island was no more commercial really than 2008 when we were there last (despite the StarBucks 2 doors down from the dive shop - which was far less obtrusive than I'd imagined it could be).

All in all we had a really good holiday. I did have to check emails for work every second day, but I didn't give work much thought. Usually it takes me a week to unwind, but I am getting better at letting go of work thoughts & relaxing. I guess it's hard not to in such beautiful locations. We are lucky lucky people.

The dive gear is all dry & stowed away & our thoughts are already turning to our next diving adventure. Possibly Palau/Yap (Micronesia) October 2011; someone at Kapalai recomended "the Black Pearl" liveaboard in the Maldives where they saw a hammer head, manta ray & a whale shark all on the same day!!!! (I've still to see a hammer; & a manta properly in the blue). We also met an instructor on Boracay who'd spent the past 4 years in Egypt diving the red sea - his pictures were amazing.

Does anyone else out their scuba dive? Where is your favourite dive destination?????

Friday, October 29, 2010


I'm off on a scuba expedition tomorrow. Back in a coupla weeks :0)

Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away yeah? Play nice!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Grandpa V3 of 3

This is the final "version" of the story & it certainly has a different slant. I don't know the author, how old she is or what qualification she has. I do know that at least one fact is incorrect.

“A Ringer from the West” 2/3rd Commando’s “Nothing is Forever” by Colonel Ron G MC & BAR & was researched & written by Emma, Noorat.

A Local Hero:

War in any form is a very traumatic experience, that remains with a soldier for life. To him, his first war is generally his worst. Commandos are a specialist type of infantry unit, their role as one which took them into practically every area, to do every conceivable type of job. This is the area of New Guinea, the soldier of one of our very own local lads. Corporal Keith “Blue” M of the 2/3 Independent (Commando) Company.

It was Anzac Day 1943 & 2/3 were feeling satisfied with two successful raids against the Japanese on the Komiatum Track. When on the 28th April, Lieutenant C was ordered to take a patrol & raid the Komiatum Track again, to draw the Japanese away from the Bobdubi Ridge.

As the patrol neared the junction of Stephens Track, they spotted an enemy position. Lieutenant C decided to move closer to assess the enemy strength. He ordered the patrol to wait & took four men, Sergeant C, Corporal (Blue), Private Fred & Private Joe with him to gather the information. Unknown to the patrol, the Japanese had spotted our troops & were waiting for them to get closer. When Lieutenant C’s reconnaissance party moved up, Fred, forward scout at the time, spotted a booby trap trip wire & yelled “BOOBY TRAP” as he dived over the ridge.

The Japanese opened fire with a machine gun burst. Joe fell dead. Sergeant C managed to escape, Blue was hit & rolled down a steep slope, Lieutenant C escaped by jumping down a slope where he found the wounded Blue, his leg shattered by the bullet. He did what he could to make him comfortable, left him his tommy gun & rations, then headed back for help to carry him out. Meanwhile Corporal L was waiting with the remainder of the patrol heard the Japanese open fire, decided to go to Lieutenant C’s aid; he took the medical orderly Roly G, with them. As they forged ahead through the jungle, they saw four enemy soldiers examining Joe’s body. Lamb fired his tommy gun killing them. They found no trace of Lieutenant C, Sergeant C, Blue or Fred. Hoping they had survived & were moving back to join him, Corporal L pulled back before the enemy could outflank his party.

Lieutenant C heard the patrol attacking but could not link up with them (they had already withdrawn) he decided to go back & tell Blue that he had to go all the way back to their appointed rendezvous. In his effort to find the patrol after their engagement, he had wandered through a lot of jungle & had difficulty finding his way back to Blue.

Suddenly the silence was shattered by a long burst of Tommy gun fire, followed by a burst of enemy fire including light machine guns. He assumed Blue had been found & killed as the tommy gun was now silent. He could not investigate as he was unarmed, he had given his weapon to Blue & he continued on his way to the nominated RV (rendezvous).

His patrol was waiting to see if any survivors made it back & were pleased to see him. He told them about “Blue” & his assumed death, the party then returned to Wells OP which had been their jumping off point for this operation.

Their commanding Officer Major W, was unhappy about the assumption that “Blue” was dead. He ordered a search to be made for him. Lieutenant C returned with a patrol to the general area of the ambush. He & his section were moving cautiously through the jungle when they heard a familiar voice “Don’t take life so seriously, there are no Japs around for miles”. It was Blue. He was dragging himself along the track backward using the palms of his hands & the seat of his pants, with an improvised splint of broken sticks tied together with a lawyer vine on his wounded leg. He was not a pretty sight. His arms & shoulders were red raw & his good leg was practically worn to the bone. The flies had blown his knee which was badly shattered, but he was still able to crack a joke with his mates & thank them for coming to get him.

All members soon heard of Cpl Blue’s tremendous feat of endurance: with no food or water, he gathered moisture from moss & leaves to stay alive. He had been abandoned & presumed dead, it was unlikely that anyone would venture along the native track, even the natives had been withdrawn from the area. He had to travel on the track, it was his only chance. When he came to fallen logs blocking the track, he would have to climb over, go round or dig under them, all the time dragging that wounded shattered leg.

"For 80 hours of sheer hell he crawled on his hands & backside a foot at a time".

He had no modern day beacons to signal his position & if he had tried to light a fire, as a smoke signal, it would only have brought the enemy. The Medical Orderly, Roly G, said that he had even set his leg so well that it never needed resetting.

Everyone was full of admiration for this display of courage & endurance. Blue had only one person to thank for his rescue & that was Major W, who had sent the patrol back to search for him.

Blue’s early years were spent in Camperdown, then Port Campbell. He showed promise at football & moved to Melbourne where he played a few games for St Kilda. Unable to find employment he returned to Port Campbell. He was able to secure a position as a Herd Tester at Ellereslie. When the war began he enlisted in the AIF then the 2/3rd Commandos. He shipped out with the 2/3rd to New Caledonia, but did not see any action, they returned to Australia, sharpened their training & sailed for New Guinea, they flew into Wau & straight into action, to save the airfield, after Wau they assisted in driving the enemy back to the coast. It was while driving the enemy back that Blue was injured, he was carried to Wau & flown to Australia, he did not return to his unit (the 2/3rd Commandos). After the war he obtained a Soldier Settlement Block at Ellerslie, married J & they had three children. When Blue & J retired from the farm, they bought a house in Thompson street & live their til their deaths in 1996.

The last line is incorrect - Grandma died 16th April 1987 @ around 10am - I was in year 11 Maths & I remember a cold shiver came over me & I remarked to my friend at the time that I thought my Grandma had just died. She'd gone into surgery for a ruptured stomach ulcer & died on the operating table. I didn't find out until I got home from school that day. She was very special to me & both Grandma & Grandpa Mc were the first adults who treated both my sister & I not as children, but just as people & equals. I loved them both dearly & am fighting back tears now just writing this.

Grandpa died 17th April 1996 around 4pm 9 years & 1 day after Grandma. My Dad (his son) had gone into hospital the night before with his brother & sister & they had all bid him farewell. Mum called me the next morning to let me know he would probably pass away that day & that she was working so it was OK (Mum is a nurse & was working in the hospital on that day; she would not have had any time to sit with Grandpa). I have never been more distraught in my life at the thought of him laying there alone & dying alone. Luckily I was able to jump in my car & drive straight down there (3 hour drive). On arrival my Dad's sister M was there, she'd kind of felt the same way too. We sat with him for the afternoon reminiscing & talking about family. Grandpa died to the sound of us talking & laughing about funny family incidents over the years. Maybe he wanted to get away from the chin wagging, but I take comfort in knowing I saw him out & that he was not alone.

I was annoyed on reading the 3rd version of the story. I felt it tarnished Grandpa's courage somewhat. Perhaps Lieutenant C really did leave Grandpa his rations & gun. Maybe Grandpa was too delirious from his injury to notice. Maybe the "brass" didn't convey to the troops that the mission was to go back & look for Blue, rather than have another go at taking the position. I'd have thought that looking for their mate would be more motivating, but maybe I'm wrong. All I do know is that it was along time ago & peoples memories fade.

My memories of my Blue are still very strong & emotional. He was my Grandpa, but he was also my mate. I love you Grandpa. RIP.

PS I'll tell you just a little bit more, now that I've pulled myself back together. Grandpa had Red hair when he was young, which earned him that nick name of Blue (but I only ever knew him as bald). He had a wicked sense of humor which ended badly one day when our dog Freckles bit me, instead of Grandpa, who'd pulled his tail. He loved to grow vegetables & every year when the pumpkin's were ready, my sister & I would find pumpkin's with our names carved into them by "fairies"! He also grew beautiful "magic" beans with help from the fairies. According to his war diary, he & his mates went AWOL a couple of times while still in Australia to go visit family or go to the "pictures". He became a dairy farmer at Grandma's request - she only agreed to marry him if he did so, as that was all she knew how to do, so a dairy farmer he became. He loved a nice cold beer & a counter meal at the local pub. His favourite TV show hillariously was the "A Team" & he loved Mr T. After Grandma died, he vigilantly tended her fuscia's - he didn't like flowers - but they were the only flowers she liked & she never liked them inside, just to look at in the garden.

PSS This series of posts was inspired by Slyde who more recently lost his best friend who was also his Grandpa. Hugs Mate.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Grandpa V2 of 3

This is the second version of the story, written by a year 9 student on interviewing her Grandpa who faught with my Grandpa, for a school assigment.

As written by Katie B Yr 9 K High School
“A War Hero: Blue M”
2/3rd Commando Squadron

After talking with my grandfather over the years & attending a reunion with him, I came to the conclusion that he was the person I should talk to about a war hero. Although he said that anyone who was “forward scout”, “observation post” or “listening post” personnel in enemy territory were hero’s, this essay is based on a man named “Blue”. My grandfather was a member of one of those patrols but being a modest man did not choose to talk about himself.

“You lived alone amongst your mates & you became part of one another to such an extent that you knew exactly what each one would do when attacked. It was almost like reading another man’s mind & it gave great confidence in action.

Blue was one of those mates, big, helpful & always looking on the bright side. Seldom would you hear Blue going crook about things. The only thing that could stir him was dehydrated mutton & wharfie’s on strike, apart from the odd “nip” or two that got in his way now & then.

We had been doing this reconnaissance work for approximately 3 months & were getting browned off with sneaking about the scrub like escaped convicts. Even Normy & Robbo were getting fed up. Travelling along these tracks at night was quite an experience as quite often cassowary would use the track as well, following along behind a traveller, they would stop when you stopped, & when you moved on, you heard footseps beind you. Many a fast trip was made at night under those circumstances, as sometimes “nips” would attempt to follow you into forward positions the same way.

We were quite pleased one day when Major Wharfe arrived in camp & it was decided that it was time to ambush the tracks that we had been working on. Now instead of being a recce patrol, we were now a fighting patrol. Our job was to ambush all the known supply trains to Mubo where the 17th Brigade was holding out against the “nips”.

This was where a forward scout was most essential. He is the man that leads the patrol at least ten to twelve yards in front of the next man, who gives covering fire if he runs into trouble. The rest of the patrol immediately if contact is made, encircle the enemy position & eliminate resistance.

Sneaking out in front on your own is not a very enviable position to be put in, but it had to be done as the rest of the patrol was dependant on the forward scout to spot any enemy positions or ambushes before the patrol walked into them. Mostly the enemy let the forward scout through, enabling them to get the rest of the patrol. Not only did you have to look out for enemy positions, there were also trip wires, anti-personnel mines, tin cans with stones in them to warn of approaching enemies, as well as a plan of escape if you were opened up on by machine gun or rifle fire. All of this tends to keep you fairly tense, so it was usual after half an hour or so out in front for you to drop back & let another member of the patrol take up your position. It is amazing how fast you can fire off a magazine of tommy gun ammo, hit the scrub & reload, ready to move out after your mates have caught up with you.

On this particular day, Blue was forward scout & was moving very cautiously when suddenly a machine gun opened up. Blue let fly with his tommy gun & dived for the scrub. We attempted to move forward, but were pinned down by heavy machine gun & mortar fire. We held on as long as possible, waiting for Blue to join us, but were pushed off by weight of numbers & forced to retreat to a rendezvous position. We had three wounded, one serious & two not too bad & Blue missing. After getting the wounded evacuated, a patrol was sent back to try & make contact, but ran into heavy machine gun fire & had to retreat with the sad thought that Blue had “copped it”.

We returned to our forward position & reported the sad facts which only too often happened. After a nights rests & something to eat, things seemed a bit better, but it still seemed as though something was missing. The loss of four mates in one day leaves a big hole in a section, especially after being together for so long.

It was decided after a conference of “the brass” that we would have one more go at taking the position the next day. A patrol moved forward at first light to the position where we had been fired on the previous day. A section was on both sides of the track moving cautiously forward, when a voice out of the scrub said “You’re going the wrong way sport, there’s “nips” down there”. Low & behold it was Blue.

From what he told us, he had been hit in the knee when he dived off the track & was pinned down & couldn’t move because of his leg.

He lay doggo all day & that night started to crawl back to camp. After two days & nights of crawling on his side with a lawyer vine tied to his wounded leg, he would crawl forward a foot & then drag his wounded leg up, then go forward another foot or so. When we found him he had crawled & pulled his wounded leg about eight hundred yards from where he’d been hit. He was not a pretty sight, his arms & shoulders were red raw & his good leg was practically warn to the bone. The flies had blown his knee which was badly shattered, but he was still able to crack a joke with his mates & thank them for coming to get him.

We left him with the R.A.P. corporal whilst a stretcher party was organised & continued on down the track only to find the “nips” had blown through. Why? No-one would know.

The position was taken & consolidated; we were moved back to headquarters for a couple of days rest & good cooking. Blue in the meantime had been treated as best he could by the doctor & prepared for the trip of horrors, back over Double Mountain for evacuation back to Australia.

That was 1943. The next time that I was to see Blue & those of us who were left was forty three years later at a unit reunion. He hasn’t changed much, older & greyer, but still with that bright & happy outlook on life that he had when he was a young man”.

I was fortunate enough to go with “my pop” to this reunion & I met Blue, Sticky, Normy & other friends of my grandfathers that he has mentioned in his recollections of the war. The thing that they all said was that they were very happy to meet my sister, brother & I because it made all of their efforts in fighting in the war worthwhile. They were meeting a new generation that would not have had the freedom that we have if they had not fought so courageously for us.

Although Blue wasn’t awarded any medals, he was still a hero in the eyes of many men, especially those he fought with & those who were dependant on him. The point I am trying to make is that you don’t need public acclaim or medals to prove that you were a hero, you just need the thoughts of those that you fought with & who know what you did to be considered a hero. Although there were some recognised hero’s, many were not but they are no less heroes in the eyes of those whom they fought or those that come to learn their stories.

When I think back on all those times
Playing war games in the yard
Everybody wants to be a hero
Back then it wasn’t hard
The night would fall on the battlezone
And we could all go home
….Ish album produced by 1927

I request that please no one take offence by the term "Nip". I don't use it & as you can see by Version 1 of this story, neither did my Grandpa, this is someone else's story telling & they used the term. I don't condone it.

The basic's are fairly similar to the first version; it's the 3rd version that is very different from the first two accounts.

Every time I read this version I tear up in pride for my Grandpa. He never really spoke with us about the war, as with many returned soldiers, the horrors were traumatic & burried very very deeply.

Not long before his death, he was found crawling on his hands & knees about the house as though back in the war & thought that the enemy was after him. Hearing about that broke my heart.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Grandpa V1 of 3

I'm going to give you 3 different versions of the same event.

Version 1 - is an interview done with my Grandpa by a country newspaper reporter - what follows is the article she published. This is Grandpa's recollection of what happened to him during some of World War II.

I have changed some of the details to protect privacy.
This Grandpa was my Dad's Dad - he passed away in April 1996. We were pretty close having grown up next door to him til he & Grandma retired off the farm & moved into town. Even then, as I was in high school in that town, I visited weekly & stayed often. I'll write more about him later......

Terang Express 2nd April 1994

Keith M, a member of the Terang RSL for the past 50 years will be among the ex-servicemen & women who attend the Anzac Day Ceremony at the Terang war memorial next Monday.

Mr M served in the 2nd/3rd Australian Army Independent Commando company during World War II in New Guinea where he was badly wounded. He showed great courage & determination by crawling backwards up a mountain on a narrow track to return to his unit. He served as a corporal & was promoted to sergeant when serving in New Guinea. He can still remember his army number VX #####. After the war Mr M had his own dairy farm at East Framlingham. In 1980 his son & daughter in law took over the farm & he came to live in Terang.

Prior to the war, Mr M worked as a herd tester in Camperdown & as that was a reserved occupation he went to Melbourne to join the Army. “We did our initial training at Royal Park & were then sent to the 6th Infantry Army Training Battalion at Darley” he said. “Six men including myself from country areas from that group volunteered to go to an isolated & independent training camp at Foster on Wilsons Promontory for three months where we were specially trained in all aspects of military warfare”. Each independent commando company had 320 men. Two NZ independent companies were also trained at Foster.

“We were divided into sections of 22 men & each section was divided into two subdivisions. I was in the third company formed” Mr M said. “The first company of men were put on all the islands between Australia & the Philippines & the second company were marooned together in Timor & spent practically all the war up in the hills & survived with the natives” he said. “Most men were trained in one specific area such as wireless or engineering. In our commando unit we had to look after ourselves & it was essential that we knew about explosives. We undertook extremely dangerous operations going in & out on foot to enemy territory. We were really harassment troops & not trained to fight in armed combat”.

He said that the original instructors at the training camp were Brittish officers who were sent out to train the Australian men in the commando companies. “My company was initially going to Timor as reinforcements to the second company but when were on the troup train in Oonadatta, the Japanese bombed pearl harbour on December 7, 1941 & the plans were changed. “We were sent to New Caladonia, a French island that the Japanese army had not invaded. Our role was to find out enemy movements, particularly in submarine & aircraft & protect the island which was the biggest nickel mine in the world, from falling into Japanese hands. In those days nickel was a scarce commodity. The island is about 33 miles wide & 150 miles long& has a mountain range up the middle. We remained on the island for 12 months until we were relived by 40,000 American troops. We lived on army rations & supplemented with catching fish: we would blow up the sea with hand grenades to catch them. The natives liked us doing that & used to take most of the fish. We came home to Australia for 3 weeks leave & then my unit, the 3rd independent Commando Company was sent to New Guinea.” Mr M said that the objective of the Japanese was to capture Wau in the centre of New Guinea. Wau was a big gold mining centre & the only way in was by air.

“We went in via a Douglas DC3 aircraft & it was pretty tricky as there was only one gap through the range & cloud before the plan finally got down on a shirt 1100 yard run way. Everything –troops, ammunition, food – had to be brought in by planes. Each plane held 22 men & their equipment & it was a quick operation getting in & out again as the Japanese were positioned at the end of the aerodrome. We had to fight the enemy at the end of the aerodrome & we had to push them back to Lae & Salamava”.

Mr M said walking was difficult as you could only go single file along a narrow track. We spent months travelling 5 miles. On a reconnaissance mission, my unit of 12 men was involved in running into a booby trap. In the enemy machine gun fire I was unlucky enough to be hit in the leg”. Overcoming immense obstacles, he used his pocket knife to dig under a log & get on the other side. He used vines & sticks to make a splint for his leg. His unit had gone by then as they thought he was dead. Mr M dragged his leg backwards up the steep mountain range, his aim being to reach a native sugar plantation. This took him four & a half days without food as they had left their packs halfway down the track. He drank very little water which he obtained from leaves on the ground. At night he covered himself with leaves & shivered himself to sleep. “One of my biggest problems was leeches which got into my mouth & even in my nose” he said. “I finally got to the top of the range & heard voices & footsteps which turned out to be my unit”.

The rigged up stretchers & took Mr M back to a field dressing station. He said the fuzzy wuzzies (natives) took him & all the wounded men out over the 10,000 foot high razor back mountain ranges back to Wau. “I would not have survived if it was not for the natives” he said. They carried the wounded men on stretchers over the one foot wide tracks with sheer drops to the river below – a very difficult feat. “One little chap walked beside me with a big banana leaf to keep the rain off my head. I was put on a plane & sent back to a big field hospital in Port Morseby. The wounded were going back home by ship but the plans were changed when the Australian hospital ship the “Centaur” was sunk by a torpedo with a great number of lives lost including doctors & nurses. The next day we were flown back to Townsville”.

He didn't talk much about the war to us when we were growing up, other than to mention that he thought PNG to have some of the most beautiful country he'd ever seen. Our Farm, & the smaller farm Dad & Grandpa bought next door are both named after places he fought in PNG. He had the utmost respect for the "fuzzy wuzzies". This term was used affectionately by him & he did not mean any offence by it.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Catching Up

It's been a busy week! I hit the "not the F word" milestone on Sunday. Went out for dinner Saturday night & celebrated reasonable sedately. The restaurant Maitre D' called me soft on Sunday arvo when we went back to pick up the cake. He asked me where we went out afterwards, to which I replied, just home - we were in bed by 2am! I guess this is what happens when:

1. You have visitors the night before & stay up drinking with them til past bedtime!

2. You smash out a personal best of 8kms on the tready while still hungover very early Saturday morning. I think I was still a bit smashed!

3. Forgo your Saturday arvo nap to start drinking again, mid afternoon.

That said, we had a great night out but unfortunately I don't have any photo's yet! Will do a proper photo post soon(ish). I was thoroughly spoiled though & have enjoyed every minute!

Plumbing Boy organised a massive cake - I think he forgot to tell the shop there was only 14 peeps for dinner. I think she catered for 50! I think we'll eat the last of it today & my plumbers have feasted all week!

Grandma - no change, she is still up & down. As my Ma said it is a day to day thing. Any exertion "knocks her up" & renders her unable to hold a cup or fork or spoon or feed/water herself.

Holiday - our trip is in 16 sleeps! I'm getting a tad excited I must say! I got a fabulous dive bag on wheels for my birthday - like a wheelie duffel bag. I'm looking forward to NOT having to carry all my gear on my back! All flights & accommodation is now booked & paid for. Can't wait to get some sun & hit the water!

I'm still hoping to get a smidge leaner before we go, so here are this weeks stats:

WEIGH IN DAY: Thursday morning.

Start Weigh: 65kgs
After Week 15: 62.5kgs

This week: -.5kgs

While I lost scale weight, I increased a small amount in cms, which is not surprising considering all the cake we've eaten this week!

Measurements (Starting after week 1):
Waist (Belly Button): 88cms; W14 80cms; W15 80.5cms +.5cms

Pot Belly: 94cms; W14 88cms; W15 89cms

Butt (broadest part): 108cms; W14 102.5cms; W15 103cms +.5cms

Bust: 97cms; W2 95cms; W14 93cms W15 91cms -2cms

Running Goal (starting from Wednesday 22nd)
Week 1 19/15
Week 2 16/15
Week 3 21/15
Week 4
Week 5

Overall 56/75 smashing it!!!