Still on the dream house

I did tell you that I would be putting in a glass elevator and I think this is perfect. No toiling up the stairs for us broken old tarts, we will have style. 

Now who would like the blue bedroom?  I love the buttoned blanket box at the foot of the bed but I would have my books in that.  Only the best chandeliers for my friends. I love the rug so much I would be happy to sleep on that.

Now because I so rude about dear Andrew, I've picked out a lovely room for him.  Notice all the panelling, it's sound proofing as I've heard his snoring could outdo a fog horn. Really, Highriser, I think you would look quite handsome in this room.

Leave your colour preference in the comments and I will do my best interior decorating skills for you.  Sorry Elephant's Child but I have not found one room with penguin rugs or wallpaper.  I was looking for a wall sized mural with ice and penguins but I will keep searching. 

Rain, Hail, Dust darkness and Locusts in Africa.

Look what thoughts and prayers have brought us, Armageddon, thanks scooter you creep.
So we must have an antidote to Canberra's Liberals and this is it.  Even by itself, it's a divine opal and I would have like just a plain diamond surround but lovely that the gems have picked up all the colours of the opal.  When you look at your hand you can get an idea of how big that gem is. Luscious.  

 Not only am I addicted to renovation shows but "prospectors" gets me in with the joy of digging out a large piece of aquamarine or like the other night, a bi-colour Topaz. It has nothing to do with this object and I want it badly and I know River will want it and Elephant's Child will want it.  It's a revolving garden sphere, sun shining too much just move it a little around to the shade. Room for the Gin tray, laptop, afternoon tea with cakes.  Seat looks a bit hard, throw another cushion in.  Lovely light for twilight time reading.  Winter, you say well just a stone's throw away would be a nice fire pit to throw a bit of warmth. I haven't quite worked out if the table goes up and down to accommodate our various sizes but I think it's neat.  I have just the place for it.

Make this big and it is.  My sister's latest painting and those eyes are really sharp and on point. I'm not fond of dogs, too easy to fall over but I wouldn't want those eyes staring at me for too long. She's getting on well with the painting but is finding out what humidity feels like up north.  I'm going those dogs are really spooking me.

Post Blue Skies because we haven't any

I've really decided that this is the house for me. Natural light coming in all those windows and I just adore the tiny balcony at the top where my workroom is. Stairs, you ask, glass elevator will be installed. I love all the French Doors.

The kitchen, loving the pale green, hate the blind, changing that for heavy lace. It's a bit small so imagine it stretched across towards the Butler's Pantry on the right of the block.
Two minds about the Farm Sink, it can chip, it can be scratched and it does discolour with time.

And the sea view from the bedroom balcony.

Guests are welcome meaning you lot.

Bring your own booze.

Satin Pillow cases for the ladies.

Chaff bag for Highriser.

Smoke is bad, fire is bad, LNP indiscribable.

I'm starting early this year for my usual birthday wish list. I've cut it down to about 20 good things starting with this.  Even though it's my birthstone, I'm not over gushy about rubies but I could manage to thank you all for this necklace.  For one, I like the cut of the rubies and they don't overwhelm the diamonds, two I like tassels, they sit nicely between the boobs and hide wrinkles.  And I adore deep red velvet dresses so start saving.

I am away from fires to retain sanity but the smoke lingers. I have lung rot again, nothing but coughing every time I put my head outside the door.  So I have the upmost sympathy for River and Elephant's Child when ever I see what is happening in Canberra and Adelaide. I watched the news last night and cried when the lovely beekeeper man cried for his bees most of the hives having been destroyed.  Kangaroo Island has the only pure strain of Ligurian Bees so he cannot import any bees from anywhere in the world. But as Nature works, the little bodies provided food for starving native birds, enough blossoms were found for the remaining bees but the fires are still raging.  Canberra is unbelievable, almost invisible in the smoke and all the hot air in Parliament will not blow it away. 

I hope you both are staying inside with the cats.  Mine has not left the couch since it arrived except for a quick run outside and last night he was rained on. He sat on my knee waiting to dry off then went back to the couch. 
I would post more photos of him but microsoftgoogleapple have all told me I need an app to download photos from my camera or phone. I've tried all but they've said I must upgrade computer and I'm not in the mood to fiddle with with 10 or whatever it is now.
I lost too much time with mother to keep up with technology, maybe next life.

Our Country is burning to death

Not a photo of Mallacoota last night but another beach in NSW.  Mallacoota was like Hell described in some two thousand year old book that we are supposed to live our lives by in this age.

The people in Mallacoota were told to go to the beach and when the siren went off, go in the water with their bodies against the breakwater to stop the radiant heat from the flames burning them.  The small boat with two boys and their mother on the water went around the world on the front of newspapers and television screens. 

I could only imagine what it was like.  What would I do? I don't drive, it was so dark from the smoke no-one could see.  All I would do was grab a woollen blanket, thick shoes, put the cat in his basket and load water for us both on my walker and try for the beach. I'd would have hoped not to hear that siren, not to have to try and stand in water holding a terrified cat.  But watching people help each other and a ring of firefighters holding back flames, I cried, sitting in my chair away from that hell.

Most of you know I had a boy who died.  All he ever wanted to be was a forest ranger, work in the bush, join the CFA, he was one with nature.  But last night I was almost glad he wasn't here because he would have been there, holding a hose but also saving every animal that came his way. I would have been looking for him in the smoke hoping for just a glimpse that he was still okay. I might even have seen him helping a lady with an old walker and carrying a fat white cat.
In all the years I don't think I cried as much for him as I did last night.  The cat and I just sitting together.