This week is the kind of week where you find yourself saying "gee it's been a long week" on Tuesday morning. This afternoon I'm off for my first post-treatment MRI. I've been telling anyone who will listen that the result doesn't matter because I'm only half way through treatment, but truth be told I'm anxious. Taking a MRI series of your brain and spine takes quite a while in that tiny noisy ...
Gardening
Barkly Women’s Day
Can you imagine jumping into your corolla hatchback in Mudgee country New South Wales and driving 2400kms to your new life as a Governess on an outback cattle station in the Northern Territory? Or moving to a new life with your new husband to discover the enormous property doesn’t have any power? Imagine being promoted to Operations Manager for one of the biggest exporters in the Northern ...
off the beaten track
This morning I'm flying 1800kms, then driving 450km to have lunch with a friend. (At least, I hope there'll be lunch.) When I heard Miss Chardy had booked our mates Mrs Woog from Woogsworld, Nikki from Styling You and Beth from BabyMac to speak at Barkly Women's Day. I thought 'that'd be fun'. Then, just for kicks, I checked if I had enough frequent flyer points to get there. I did. The idea ...
how to make pikelets
It never rains, but it pours. That's the yarn right? This week has been disaster after breakdown on the farm and not a drop of rain. The last time I blogged about how dry the farm was, it rained. The very next day. So, I figure what's the harm? The first catastrophe happened on Tuesday. One of our wonderful workers rolled his ankle getting off the forklift. He thought he'd be alright, but turns ...
the low-down on The Cooking School Noosa
Every been made an offer you couldn't possibly refuse? It was last Friday afternoon. The crew had just arrived home from the Farmer's Golf Day when my phone rang. The lovely folks at Tourism Queensland wanted to know if I might like to spend the day at the Cooking School Noosa with a bunch of media types they were showing around the Sunshine Coast. It took me all of 0.5 seconds to agree. When ...
old-fashioned lime curd
I blame Nanny for my curd addition. Growing up she kept me in lemon butter. She knew I loved it and would always send a jar home with mum. She never missed a bowls day and long after her painful back sidelined her, she could be found selling raffle tickets and sniffing out the very best passionfruit butter at the stall. Just for me. While Nanny is no longer with us, I think of her every ...