Finally!

Okay, tried to get this below the second para but the program has a mind of it's own. This is our favourite home away from home when we stay in Townsville. The reflection in the window shows you why. Now, I wonder what I did with that t-shirt... Since this site has changed I have had trouble posting anything. Funnily enough whatever was wrong has cleared itself. (Touch Wood!) This year I have decided to concentrate on my memoirs. The time is flowing by so quickly that I don't know when I will ever get everything done. Can but try ;-) I wrote the following poem a year ago. I must have had a premonition of things to come. Shortly after this I was called in to the hospital to have a cancer removed from my breast. Fortunately it was small and things are now all clear. After a Trip to Town. Sleepless in bed images clicked behind my lids: five white cockatoos perched on silvered remains of a gum, like magnets on a fridge; a cyclist, helmet intact, sweaty sinuous legs automated; egrets directing traffic at pony club; a rubble of cattle piled at a gate, the sign above my bed - ‘No solids after 4 pm.’ Black cockatoos perched on the dead gum when I travelled home.