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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Buona Pasqua

I've been feeling decidedly Italian this week. On the drive home from Melbourne, MOTH & I were reminiscing about the best food we've eaten together over the years. One stand out was a wedding anniversary celebration at the wonderful Gennaro's (R.I.P.) at Parkside. Gennaro presented us with Roast Capretto (Baby Goat) lovingly prepared by his Mamma the sous chef. It was one of those moments in life that you want time to stand still & never move on. I've managed to find a recipe that looks mighty good from chef Scott Conant - Moist Roasted Baby Goat (Capretto) with Peas, Fingerling Potatoes and Shallots here.

As Greek Orthodox Easter co-incides with the Christian calendar this year, goat has been plentiful in the market this week. So it's on the menu here at The Hedge this Easter weekend. I have the time & the enthusiasm - what a luxury.

So Buona Pasqua to you all dear Hedgies. It's the Easter break, so go enjoy.

Image: Not On The High Street

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Like so many others, I've been deeply affected seeing the devastation & loss the horrendous floods have brought to my fellow Aussies north in Queensland.
The response by Brisbanites to their brothers in great need has been awesome. An army of 16,000 volunteers turned up on Saturday & 10,000 answered the call yesterday. I am so proud of these ordinary people who stand in a queue with their gumboots, brooms, mops, hoses & buckets. Ready to be bussed out to the houses & businesses of complete strangers in faraway suburbs. They just want to do their bit - you are legends each & every one of you.

My 3 weeks vacation has gone in a flash. We had a house full of guests for 12 days & it was bedlam. The bookings spreadsheet I had done pre-Christmas never left my hands & was an organizational God-send. I cooked, cleaned, shopped, stripped beds, washed linen, remade beds & then started the cycle all over again. I haven't opened any of my Chrissie books, seen a movie or spent an arvo on the sofa. Although I did get my priorities right & managed to hit the New Year sales for some compulsory retail therapy.

We had a lovely Christmas Day at Son #5 & his gorgeous girl Miss A's house. I was so proud of them both, they did a spectacular job with lunch. With 4 out of 5 sons home, it was inevitable that a large amount of post-prandial clowning around occurred. I have the perfect caption for the above image, but MOTH would sue!

Over the Christmas period, things got out of hand amongst the reunited brothers on occasion & I was forced to read the Riot Act to a number of the sons. You know who you are & are pictured below.

Enough said!

A much more civilized shot of the Little Darlings & MOTH for The Hedge's Christmas Album. At 6'5" MOTH looks to be the quite short in this pic, either that or Son # 2 is still growing at 31. Each Christmas I put out a request that they make an effort & dress up for lunch & every year they do - NOT!

There was another birthday for moi. The numbers 55 suddenly appeared on my speedometer last Sunday, but there's no way I'll be sticking to my speed limit this year!

MOTH's famous Christmas Lillies displayed a great deal of confusion due our cold, miserable, inclement December weather. For the first time ever, the yellow Asiatics bloomed first & were a riot of colour for weeks.

Then their White siblings made an unfashionably late appearance last week & have filled the house with their breathtaking perfume.

Lastly, I want to thank everyone for the beautiful & very generous comments left on the Our New Bathroom post. Your words have left MOTH & I positively buoyed & we are so grateful that you all managed to go the distance with us. In all the flurry of activity around here I really hadn't a chance to stop & revel in the joy of it all. However, we had a group of friends over for dinner on Saturday night & during the course of the evening I did what everyone else was doing. I wandered up to the new 'facility' instead of dashing into the grotty ensuite as normal. As I watched the nifty self-closing lid gently descend to meet the loo seat (only a mother of 5 sons can get teary-eyed over that remarkable innovation) I suddenly became quite overcome with emotion.

For the first time it really, really hit me that the Bathoom-From-Hell was no more, & in it's place was the fabulous room I've been dreaming about for so long. Back to work for me tomorrow, but it's lovely to be back here with you all. I have a big year planned, so I'd better get to it.

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Images 1 & 2: Courier Mail 4: Amazon 7: Treehugger

Sunday, November 28, 2010



'Welcome to The Hedge, Mum speaking. You're wanting to book the Guest Suite for Christmas? I can give you the nights of Dec. 23 & 24 only, then you'd need to check out. No need to get snakey, it's our busiest time of the year. Yes darling, I know you're coming from interstate, but my only suggestion for the other 6 nights would be to contact our affiliated property, The Brothers Boutique Hotel down in the city run by your Brother's #4 & #5, they may have a spare room - good luck.'

'Welcome to The Hedge, Mum speaking. You've heard the Guest Bathroom will be completed by Christmas & you want to book the adjoining Guest Suite for 3 weeks instead of heading off to Asia back-packing. OK sweetie, I can only give you the nights of Dec. 25 & 26, & then you'll have to check out. But you can have the room again from Jan. 3rd. Look mate, I know you're driving all the way from Melbourne, but I don't appreciate being yelled at, try our affiliated property, The Brothers Boutique Hotel. But you'd better be quick as I've just told one of your other brothers to contact them pronto - good luck.'

'Welcome to The Hedge, Millie speaking. You're wanting to confirm your Christmas booking, just let me check. Yes, I have you in the Guest Suite from Dec. 27th to Jan. 2nd. There will be a small surcharge for that room, as I've had to decline 2 other bookings in favour of yours. But as you are my favourite Sister-In-Law, I'll throw in a few free meals to sweeten the deal. Yes, I'll try to make sure your brother MOTH The Christmas Grinch is over his Holiday Season grumpy funk before you arrive, but I can't promise anything.'

'Welcome to The Hedge, Mum speaking. You're wanting to book the Guest Suite from Dec. 24th to Dec. 30th, even after swearing back & blue last week you wouldn't be coming home this Christmas from Melbourne? You've got to be joking buddy! Brother #3 has got it for 2 nights, then Brother #2 has a confirmed booking & then your favourite Auntie from Melbourne & her new bloke are long-term guests until the New Year. No need to get abusive, yes you are Son #1 & yes we do love you, but you've left your run too late. Contact our affiliate, The Brothers Boutique Hotel, I hear they may have a spot on their sofa available - good luck.'

Pass the Christmas bookings spreadsheet Basil, this is truly doing my head in!!!


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Monday, November 22, 2010

18 Common Phrases to Avoid in Conversation 

By Kristyn Kusek Lewis

Some things should never be said―like these phrases. Here, what to say instead.

What Not to Say About Someone’s Appearance


Don’t say: “You look tired.”
Why: It implies she doesn’t look good.
Instead say: “Is everything OK?” We often blurt the “tired” commentwhen we get the sense that the other person feels out of sorts. So justask.
Don’t say: “Wow, you’ve lost a ton of weight!”
Why: To a newly trim person, it might give the impression that she used to look unattractive.
Instead say: “You look fantastic.” And leave it at that. If you’recurious about how she got so svelte, add, “What’s your secret?”
Don’t say: “You look good for your age.”
Why: Anything with a caveat like this is rude. It’s saying, “You lookgreat―compared with other old people. It’s amazing you have all yourown teeth.”
Instead say: “You look great.”
Don’t say: “I could never wear that.”
Why: It can be misunderstood as a criticism. (“I could never wear that because it’s so ugly.”)
Instead say: “You look so good in skinny jeans.” If you slip, saysomething like “I could never wear that…because I wasn’t blessed withyour long legs.”

What Not to Say in the Workplace

Don’t say: “That’s not my job.”
Why: If your superior asks you to do something, it is your job.
Instead say: “I’m not sure that should be my priority right now.” Thenhave a conversation with your boss about your responsibilities.
Don’t say: “This might sound stupid, but…”
Why: Never undermine your ideas by prefacing your remarks with wishy-washy language.
Instead say: What’s on your mind. It reinforces your credibility to present your ideas with confidence.
Don’t say: “I don’t have time to talk to you.”
Why: It’s plain rude, in person or on the phone.
Instead say: “I’m just finishing something up right now. Can I come bywhen I’m done?” Graciously explain why you can’t talk now, and suggestcatching up at an appointed time later. Let phone calls go to voicemail until you can give callers your undivided attention.

What Not to Say During a Job Interview

Don’t say: “My current boss is horrendous.”
Why: It’s unprofessional. Your interviewer might wonder when you’dstart bad-mouthing her. For all you know, she and your current boss areold pals.
Instead say: “I’m ready for a new challenge” or a similarly positive remark.
Don’t say: “Do you think I’d fit in here?”
Why: You’re the interviewee, not the interviewer.
Instead say: “What do you enjoy about working here?” By all means askquestions, but prepare ones that demonstrate your genuine interest inthe company.
Don’t say: “What are the hours like?” or “What’s the vacation policy?”
Why: You want to be seen as someone who focuses on getting the job done.
Instead say: “What’s the day-to-day like here?” Then, if you’ve reallyjumped through every hoop and time off still hasn’t been mentioned,say, “Can you tell me about the compensation and benefits package?”

What Not to Say About Pregnancy and Babies

Don’t say: “Are you pregnant?”
Why: You ask, she’s not, and you feel totally embarrassed for essentially pointing out that she’s overweight.
Instead say: “Hello” or “Great to see you” or “You look great.”Anything besides “Are you pregnant?” or “What’s the due date?” will do.Save yourself the humiliation and never ask.
Don’t say: “Do you plan on breast-feeding?”
Why: The issue can be controversial, and she may not want to discuss her decision publicly.
Instead say: Nothing. Unless you’re very close, don’t ask. If you slip,make up for the blunder by adding, “And do you feel comfortable tellingme?”
Don’t say: “Were your twins natural?” or “It must have been hard for your child’s birth parent to give him up.”
Why: You’re suggesting that natural conception is better than in vitro fertilization (IVF) or adoption.
Instead say: To a parent of multiples, try a light “Wow, you have yourhands full!” To an adoptive parent, say the same stuff you would to anyother parent: “She’s adorable!” or “How old is he?”

What Not to Say to a Single (or Newly Single) Person

Don’t say: “You were too good for him.”
Why: You are basically saying she has bad taste. And you’ll be embarrassed if they ever patch it up.
Instead say: “His loss!” It gets the same point across without disparaging her judgment.
Don’t say: “I’m glad you got rid of him. I never liked him anyway.”
Why: She’ll wonder about your fake adoration for him while they were together.
Instead say: “I’m confident you’ll find someone who will give youexactly what you want.” It focuses on what’s to come, not on the dudyou’re glad she’s done with.
Don’t say: “How could someone as perfect as you still be single?”
Why: A statement like this comes off as a backhanded compliment. What she hears is “What’s wrong with you?”
Instead say: “Seeing anyone?” If she’s tight-lipped about her love life, move on to other topics.

What Not to Say During a Fight with Your Beloved

Don’t say: “You always” or “You never” or “You’re a [slob, jerk]” or “You’re wrong.”
Why: Speaking in absolutes like “you always” and “you’re wrong” isplaying the blame game, and resorting to name calling makes yourpartner feel helpless, which puts him on the defensive and makes a badfight worse.
Instead say: “I’m upset that you left the dishes in the sink again.What can we do so that this stops happening?” Starting with the pronounI puts the focus on how you feel, not why he’s in the doghouse, and itwill make him more receptive to fixing the problem.
Don’t say: “If you really loved me, you would…”
Why: The more you treat your partner as if he’ll never satisfy you, theless satisfied you’ll be. Controlling your partner by imploring him todo something isn’t a good way to build intimacy.
Instead say: “I feel taken for granted when you don’t help around thehouse. I would feel better if we could…” The best way to keep aproductive fight from becoming a dirty one is to be clear about whyyou’re upset and then offer a solution.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Son # 5's gorgeous girl Miss Tazzy is now one & quite the work dog. She goes along with her boy every day to jobs & is loving it. Although MOTH came home the other day shaking his head & laughing, as he was helping Son #5 at a client's house & Tazzy spent the entire day running around the backyard trying to round up all the planes that were flying overhead (North Adelaide's right on the flight path into Adelaide Airport). That Border Collie instinct runs deep. I was delighted to get this pic of Taz with her very own reflective safety jacket. Good on her very conscientous Owner. Isn't she growing fast!


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Monday, September 6, 2010

Wet & Wild!

Our long weekend in Melbourne was glorious, but the weather just horrendous! We spent the whole time dodging the torrential wind & rain, but the time out & about with family & friends was just wonderful.

Friday night was a big night out for MOTH's birthday & a well-deserved fall off the diet wagon. Here he is with Son #2, cushioning his fall with a huge plate of profiteroles swimming in hot fudge sauce. My camera chose this weekend to confirm what I had suspected for a while, that it's on it's last legs & a replacement is now a major priority, so the quality of the pics are atrocious. (Rosemary, I'll be heading over to take advice for the replacement from you - your images are always so amazing.)

Saturday night's party for dear L's. big birthday was fantastic. MOTH's sister thought this pre-party pic was nice.

But I much prefer this 'misty' image that the dying camera produced. The halo to the left of my head is fab - it actually confirms what I've been telling MOTH all these years about my angelic persona!

After dinner at The Melbourne Club, we all moved into a large function room that used to be the old Royal Tennis Court. MOTH dared me to take a pic of the very un-PC items on the wall up on the gallery. It was the best of nights, & we had a fantastic time. Sadly, my couple of pics of the birthday girl & her family were totally trashed thanks to my dodgy camera.

MOTH was a little tired & emotional around 1 a.m., & found the MC's podium a jolly good place to 'rest'.

Sunday bought Father's Day & Son #1's birthday. The rain held off for a little while, & here's Sons 1, 2 & 3 & my sweet SIL tucking into a yummy lunch at her place.

MOTH, his sister, her fella & the boys.

Son # 2 wanted this pic deleted, so I am!!! I've taken an Annual Leave day today, so I'd better head off & attack the pile of laundry we've brought home. The other half of the shower screen has been installed this morning, & I've just spent the past half hour in the Bathroom-From-Hell cooing & sighing over the gorgeous thing! MOTH's on notice that he's got to put the ceiling up in there this weekend, or I'll halve his already stingy diet rations.

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Thursday, July 29, 2010


We have a weekend full of family & (for the first time in 4 months) non-diet food ahead of us. As I've had a very average week at home & work, I'm counting the seconds, so bring it on & fast I say! MOTH had a chance to read all the fabulous comments you made about his new found 'celebrity' status last night & wanted me to pass on his thanks. He said he'll be thinking of an appropriate reply while he's out working today, now that's a worry. Happy weekend to you all.
Image: Hearst

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010


I'm glad our family has bred a bunch of practical jokers, who make it their mission to be constantly on the look out for the next opportunity to catch out the unsuspecting friend or family member. To ensure that any pretentiousness they see is immediately despatched to the sin bin. To send political correctness a big raspberry, as long it doesn't cause distress to an another individual. To make me laugh so much at their exploits I have to cross my legs very tightly or else. My fervent prayer is that they pass this same trait onto their own kids.

I couldn't bear to think what life would be like without a well-developed sense of the ridiculous. A few years ago I decided to deviate from the norm when filling out forms. DOB: 'Unknown', Current Occupation: 'Celebrity', marital status: 'None of your business', number of children: 'Many' & so it goes. Not once in the ensuing years have any of these answers on any forms been queried - not once.
Image: Malin Ngoie


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Monday, May 17, 2010

Snapshot


Are Polaroids still around? I remember having one in the '80's & loved the instantaneous result. It certainly beat having to put a roll of film in at the local Pharmacy & then waiting a week for them to come back from some faraway central processing place. Picking up that little envelope of treasures always got my heart racing, it was a little like opening the pressies on Christmas Day.

In saying that though, I think the digital age has been one of the bestest things ever! As long as I remain disciplined enough to chuck my pics on a back-up USB in case of hard drive melt-down.

Thank you all for your lovely comments on my last 2 posts. What a fabulous group of wise women you all are.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

I never knew you Johnnie, you were killed 11 years before I was born, but you are still loved & adored by our family. A beloved son to Fred & Mary & only brother to Kathleen (my much-loved Aunt Kay), your memory is revered by us all. Your parents had emigrated to South Australia from Ireland after WW1 & you were born in Adelaide in 1920. Named Frederick after your Dad, to your family & friends you were always Johnnie. Your happy, uncomplicated life came to an abrupt end with the onset of WW11.

In 1942 at the age of 21 you enlisted in the Royal Australian Air Force Reserve & commenced pilot training.

Your RAAF medical records of that year describe you as a tall, muscular man with an olive complexion, brown hair & grey eyes. So like your younger sister & her children, I see my cousin Rory, the nephew you never knew in your strong, handsome face. In 1943 you were sent from Australia to the U.K. to fly missions into Europe with the British RAF, quickly becoming a very competent war-time pilot, flying sorties in Anson, Oxford, Wellington, Stirling aircraft & Lancaster bombers. In 1944 you met & fell in love with an English girl Monica & quietly married her in July of that year. The address listed on your marriage certificate is The Dog Inn, Kidlington, OXFORD.


On the 7th of March 1945, just as dusk was falling, you left Skellingthorpe Base at 1750 hrs. as Pilot Commander of Lancaster 111MN 474. Along with your crew of six you were headed to Hamburg for a bombing operation. This was to be your 17th operational sortie, with all the others having brought you home safely.

No further communications were received from your aircraft & you were never heard from again. Your service records list you as Missing Presumed Dead 7.3.45. On the evening of your mission several pilots of other aircraft in the vicinity reported considerable Flak & enemy Fighter opposition & that several Allied aircraft were seen to go down in flames over the Hamburg target.

On March 11th the Royal Air Force Commander from your squadron wrote to your father in Adelaide confirming your Missing In Action status, but still expressing the hope that you & your crew may have managed to parachute to safety behind enemy lines & that soon everyone might receive reassuring news of your survival. He also added what a fine Officer & highly skilled Pilot you were & that your loss was a great blow to the Squadron. You were just 25 years old.

On November 27th 1945, your father Fred in Adelaide received official notification that all hope was lost & that any chance of finding you alive had been abandoned. Your parents never recovered from this crushing loss. Both lived into their nineties, & I can still hear their soft, lilting Irish accents catching as they spoke your name so many years on.

Sometime later, your body washed ashore at Markermeer. Your plane had crashed into the sea after being hit by enemy fire. With your ID tags partially destroyed, you were hastily buried as an Unknown Soldier in the U.S. Military Cemetery in Margraten. 2 years on, after a very persistent RAAF Officer pieced together your ID tags, your body was identified & re-buried with other Australian airman killed in the last days of the European conflict.

So much has been written about the 'wisdom' of continuing such heavy bombing of German cities that were all but annihilated. With the risk to further civilian & service lives so close to the end of the War, I bow my head at the futility of it all. So my friends, if you are ever in Nederwest British Military Cemetery in The Netherlands, please walk over to Row D. Linger a moment at Flying Officer F.S. Farren's grave & tell him how much he's still loved by his family back home. With his movie star looks & gentle ways, he would have quickly become my favourite uncle, of that I'm sure. If only I'd had the chance to find out.

On this most sacred of days


LEST WE FORGET

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Gosh I'll be glad when 5p.m. rolls around tonight, it's been a huge week. We put the 09/10 FY to bed late & today's the start of a whole new FY & heart-stoppingly high new sales targets! Looking at the neglected state of the house behind The Hedge, I'll be busy cleaning & tidying until next Easter. We're entertaining the boys, their girlfriends & the gorgeous Miss Tazzie on Sunday, which will be lovely. But most of all I'll need to be 'supervising' a certain MOTH, as he reckons the tiling in the Bathroom From Hell will be complete by the time Monday night rolls around - it better be!! I've had 2 weeks of being the food police in an attempt to get MOTH's cholesterol down below toxic levels. 'Creative' cooking has reigned supreme, & as a result I noticed yesterday that while he still looks the same, I've dropped a dress size, which was not really the aim of the exercise! Poor darling actually sobbed last night when an ad for his favourite icecream came on the telly during the Footy Show, it was pitiful. Have a wonderfully relaxing & fabulous Easter Long Weekend.

Image: Jane Means

Monday, March 29, 2010


Looking at the state of my silver recently, I'm embarrassed. So I've decided to put some time aside over the coming Long Weekend to cover the Dining Room table with newspaper & drop sheets & go hard. I still use the bottle of Silvo, toothbrushes & old white sheets cut up into buffing cloths - just as my Mum taught me. A Domestic Goddess I'm not, but I do find this is the chore that gives me the most satisfaction after it's done.....and the most frustration!

I've some cherished family pieces that mean the world to me & I really enjoy sitting quietly cleaning them recalling their provenance. My Great-Grandmother's Edie's silver button hook for her high black Victorian boots, soft clothes brush set & silver photo frames. My Grannie's beautiful tea service. Grandpa's engraved water jug from his Adelaide Steamship Company days. Mum's gorgeous heavily embossed coffee pot. My childhood flatware set. And the boys christening mugs. While I'm at it, have you a precious piece you'd like to include in Millie's Silver Cleaning Session?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The gorgeous Misses Charlotte, Lucy & Heidi with their hard-working Mum.

Arriving home.

In hospital.

I know many of you have enjoyed seeing the pics of my cousin Sally's 3 beautiful little girls. Here's an up-date received this week. They are now crawling & Sal reports every day is full on. For those new Hedgies, the triplets where born in Darwin & now live in the remote heart of the hot & humid Kakadu National Park in the Northern Territory where their lovely Mum & Dad work as Environmental Scientists. They are progressing so well, I just want to reach through the computer, scoop these little cherubs up & cover them with kisses! May your weekend be full of smiles & smooches too.

 

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