Frosty Spring morning

Frosty Spring morning

Thursday 16 May 2013

I had a dream



I have just returned from a trip to Brisbane and the Sunshine Coast. It’s been a while since I was there last, but Kangaroo Point did not fail to please: wonderful hotel overlooking the river, great breakfasts at the nearby corner store, spicy Bloody Mary’s at the Story Bridge hotel, and a short saunter to the ferry.

 That’s the first time I have used the river transport, but it is a highly efficient and leisurely way to wend one’s way across to the city, down to New Farm for a Saturday morning stroll and BBQ, or to wile away a number of hours nautically partying on a paddle steamer.

My only complaint is that everything has River in it’s name and you can end up totally confused  - or was that the G&T’s?

Yandina sits just behind Coolum Beach and I was lucky enough to be a guest with the family of a friend.  This was the closest you get to resort living without a resort – laid back on the verandah, birds coming in to feed, a champagne in hand while the dinner sizzles away in the webber. And we topped it off with a booking at the Spirit House restaurant – a must if you visit the area . Great service, fantastic food and almost genuinely Thai ambiance.

All together, a hedonistic adventure. 

But I am puzzled by a couple of things I have only ever seen in Queensland:

What is Post Box Man Parking or a Limbless Soldiers Club

I have, however, not been left wondering about whether our prominent politicians have had an dictionary injection in my absence. It’s the same old, same old.

It’s budget week, but the election campaigning is on in earnest.

Look for recurrent use henceforth of:

·         Cut to the bone
·         Stop the boats (……Oh spare me please)
·         Age of entitlement
·         Governments should only do what people can’t do for themselves.
·         Cuts to the Public Service

After all that I had a dream:
I dreamed that I had lost my job due to cuts to the public service, and that it didn’t really matter to my local member as I was not a farmer with a drought stricken business, or a manufacturing worker whose job was being shipped off shore. I knew I couldn’t expect any sympathy or help because governments should only do what people can’t do for themselves. I thought to myself, this is the age of enlightenment and no doubt we will soon see brilliant and exciting ideas spinning around in the ether, seeping through the community so we are transformed into a higher state of being. Unfortunately I had misread the day’s headlines and mistook Entitlement for Enlightenment. A closer inspection proved even more disappointing as I realised that the age of entitlement was over. – before I even knew it had begun.

So like a true Aussie digger, I picked myself up and decide to do some civil service and get my hands dirty by stopping the boats. I tried holding back the local fishing fleet by paddling in to its path as they headed for shore to unload their catch, but I was overcome by seagulls and had to concede. I  tried to hold back a neighbour’s 15ft tinnie and stop it floating up the channel as he parked the boat trailer, but I slipped on the boat ramp cutting myself to the bone on half a dozen oyster Kilpatrick shells. 

I thought I could join the limbless soldier’s club having all but severed my forearm, but I couldn’t find one nearby. So I just propped myself against the post box man parking sign and cogitated whether  a man with a post box would come along to park it any time soon and hoped he would have a first aid kit.

It all got too silly and I woke up.
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You can see all my tea cosies at the Old Bus Depot Markets in Canberra this Sunday, May 19


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