Dear everyone, I apologise for the 'deadness' of my blog. So much has happened lately, that it has just been to overwhelming to sit down and pen or type down my thoughts. When something new happens, I immediately think " I must share this ", but then I get caught up in the wave of everything that keeps happening and happening, that I never do. Anyway, this morning we did something unusual. We took public transport. On a Sunday. To go to church! (well not all the way, we caught the train up to Bullcreek and a friend picked us up from there). We banged up our little white 'bun' car a couple of weeks ago. A young driver swerved across from the left most lane to the right most lane (it was a three-lane road), cutting one of the cars travelling in front of us who jammed the brakes suddenly and caused a mini pile up. The culprit then did a U-turn and drove off without stopping. It was quite a dramatic day. The had to bring a tow truck in, the police and ambulance we...

Today’s church service was all about Mothers' Day. There were special presentations and personal testimonies, all centred around the superwoman in our lives. Here is a video presentation written and acted out by our church’s youth group especially for the occasion… So first off, a big thumbs up to all these brilliant actors and creative story writers!!! Well done guys!!! I’m aware that nowadays most of us already know how to give credit to the ‘background people’. But nevertheless, somehow it is still always the actual people you see in front of you who you are conscious of bringing you the enjoyment you experience. So I just want to use up a few lines just to give special credit to my dear hubby who made this video possible… …for being the video man, including crouching around the ground and balancing and manoeuvring the camera to get those ‘creative’ angles in the scenes …for spending a whole afternoon, sitting next to some of the youths to guide them through...

I am thinking of my mother tonight. Not just because it is Mother’s Day tomorrow, but just because it’s one of those moments when images from my childhood come to mind. So what comes to my mind… One of the earliest scenes from my childhood I can remember…. I was probably around 3 years old I think, and I remember wearing favourite ‘home’ dress (a sort of comfy ‘T’ shirt material, dual colour – light yellow top and light green bottom), peering into the kitchen and my mum looking back and smiling at me. Another early memory I have is one time when I was sitting on the steps, drinking from a porcelain mug. I dropped the mug and broke it, my mum happened to walk on the scene just then, and I broke into tears thinking I would be scolded. But instead she just leaned over and said “ it’s okay, it was an accident ”. Somehow this memory always touches me. Then there are short scenes… mum gently patting us awake early in the morning to get ready for school… mum taking us out for afterno...