Poem 18

Covid cocktail hour

Refreshing, humanizing,

sweet lockdown legacy

Mango Smoothie

I have heard January in Sydney described as a month long party and, if you are privileged enough, I suppose that is true. School children are on  holidays and the relaxed attitudes start with Christmas. Boxing day and New Year holidays follow and then there is Australia day only three weeks later. It is the time of year that many businesses close so it can be hard to see a doctor or get a tradesman or eat at a favourite restaurant. The days after New Year sometimes feel just a little bit apocalyptic and everything slowly gains momentum  as the month passes.
All of this is reflected in the activities of my church. There was no service on New Years Day, things resumed with a poorly attended service on the 8th and the coffee lady (that's me) decided to serve cold lemon cordial instead of coffee.Today our minister is back on deck after a couple of weeks off and she corralled a few of us to get Christmas decorations put away.
It's a very hot and unpleasant 40°C today so she offered to buy us all a drink as thank you.
I'm usually a coffee drinker but today my head was turned by the promising sound of a coconut and mango smoothie. In my heat addled state I imagined it to be coconut milk with mango. The drink I ended up with was delicious but obviously highly sweetened and containing very little coconut. It also came in a single use plastic cup. I do my best to stay away from sugary drinks and single use plastics so there was a side of guilt involved.
Right now i'm wondering if this confessional post would qualify as "Daggy Mum" fodder. Maybe I should have just made my own coconut mango smoothie and posted photos.

love fest

hi there

when i woke up and checked blogdom this morning (some 15 hours ago) i noticed that Mr C over at "The thoughts of a special needs teacher" had a rather excellent post up. as i went about my morning it was on my mind to pimp him a little and i went back to leave a comment only to find that in the interim he had, in fact, written a post pimping me! it was beginning to look like a love fest, which by the way, yields some interesting results when you do a google image search

now, i had really hoped to write a theme thursday post but i am getting a bit short of time given that we only have 75 minutes of thursday left in this part of the world and i would rather like to be in bed before that. i still need to shower and tidy the kitchen so i reckon i'm pushing it just a tad and in the middle of a wet and cold sydney winter i'm not too inspired about summer

i think if one was to have any real kind of a love fest summer would be the time, though, dont you? i mean, you know,

the sun,

the flimsy fashions,

the mangos (sexy or what?),

the seafood (oysters!),

the beach..............................

BRING. IT. ON.