I ordered an egg and bacon muffin from the Muffin Break. With coffee it came to $8.50. I handed over $20 and was given $14 change. My initial reaction was to take the money and run but my conscience kicked in and I pointed out the discrepancy. The young assistant had to think about it for a minute while the manager tut-tutted and glared at her. She made a dog’s breakfast over giving me the correct change. I hope my honesty didn’t do someone out of a job. Continue reading Why Dishonesty is sometimes a Good Policy
Like an archaeologist I sifted through the layers in the back seat of the car the cargo pants, cords and jackets the beanies and scarves from last winter and there it was at the very bottom where the sunlight never reaches —- the expensive blue woollen jumper I hadn’t seen for years. Continue reading And There It Was !!
I once played Godot in a high school play. It was my big moment. My first step to stage stardom. After all, I’d be playing the main character, the one the play’s named after. -Where are my lines? I said. -You have none, I was told. I grew suspicious. I once played a tree in a Xmas play. -No Lines? -You wait in the wings. You’ll get the hang of it. It sounded dubious but I hadn’t been picked for anything all year. I said I’d give it a go. On the night I was a little nervous. … Continue reading I Once Played Godot
I thought I had stomach cancer so severe were the pains. And they went on all day. I thought if they did not go away I would have to present myself to the doctor as one who is stricken. In the middle of the night I called the After Hours number at the clinic but all the doctors were busy. You could call Emergency, the receptionist said but I wasn’t ready for that. I would have to endure. Then the retching started. Two hours of it. I stared into the foul mixture that had erupted from my stomach, … Continue reading Peace
When I was in my teens I came across a book dad had been reading About a lost explorer Called ‘Exploration Fawcett’. I was half way through when I put it down And went to do Something else. When I went to go back to it It wasn’t there. Dad couldn’t find it either. Ever since I’ve been searching For that lost book About a lost explorer. Continue reading The Search
Almost three years ago I wrote seven miniatures for Milly, a ginger Burmese cat who had then just graduated from being a kitten. I sent these poems straight off to ‘The School Magazine’, the top literary magazine for children in Australia. I heard nothing. Then today I received an email from the editor apologizing that they had got lost along with an acceptance letter for four of the seven miniatures. It is the longest I have had to wait for an acceptance. I can’t wait to get back to Aldinga and tell Milly. Continue reading Miniatures for Milly: the Lost Poems
Isn’t it funny: you spend half your life trying to find someone and then improbably you bump against them in a beach-side pub only a few stops down from you and after you shake hands, embrace, sink a few beers, catch up on the past you find you have nothing really in common; you make arrangements for a meal in a few weeks time which neither of you will attend. Continue reading After All This Time