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It’s been three of four days of travelling. I am not really sure. My zippers have been in a spin. I know my jet lag has subsided and compassion has flooded through my seams. Just after breakfast I saw the Opera House and the giant coat hanger. I could have burst into my own rendition of, "I still call Australia home! I’ve never been so happy to see those Australian icons as I am today.
After the immigration and customs shuffle we are collected by Nana and Pa. A quick coffee and repacking of suitcases and we are back on the highway south. Unpacking, washing, shopping for food and collecting the little mutt (Princess they call her but we all have our own opinion). After the chores we lay exhausted in the guest room.
The next day my Empress has returned to her workplace and she was comforted by the news that they were going to extend her contract until 30th November. Just between you and me, I don’t know how she does it, after the exhilaration of the holiday and the exhaustion of the return trip she is ready to step into her Executive mode and back to work.
Our haven smells like an aromatic palace. Yes, she is up while the sky is still bruised from the intrusion of night. Her eyes are focused on Venus as she bounds out of bed and has lit tea light candles which are placed urns of ambrosia. I hear her planning another trip. This one she wants to share with her mother and father. It is to Norfolk Island. The verbal plan is that it will be a mixture of research and relaxation. The research is motivated by the delving into the past to catch a glimpse of her ancestor’s journey out from England. This maternal ancestor was a passenger on the Lady Juliana. This ship was deemed, "the floating brothel". This ship brought the first women to the Colony and they stopped in at Norfolk Island. It is believed that there are a lot of historical artefacts there; do you want to come along?
This conversation flows between upcoming short trips to Burrendong, New South Wales for a dedication and memorial for a family of maternal ancestors who were almost all wiped out in a flood. Mistress has written a book, The Baker Flood depicting this tragedy and you get a copy on our website at: www.jestacom.biz http://www.jestacom.biz . The genre is historical fiction since some of the book is based on fact and the other bits are channelled from her Great great grandmother Cecelia. You don’t believe me? Well, no matter I know it's true. I know when she has those conversations and I can tell you they share their insights and experiences and she listens so intently and recalls their story for you and me to read.
I guess I am acting like her spruiker, never mind, she is worth it as her wisdom is priceless and her stories must be told. I know she has suffered some angst about her future career prospects but if anyone cared to consult me then I would tell them my Mistress is an invaluable asset to any organisation who is seeking a woman of substance, creative, authentic, resourceful and intuitive. The fortunate employer will be rewarded. To be perfectly honest though my new best friends, I wish that she could write and create instead of wasting her intellectual property in workplaces that do not appreciate her value.
Anyway, I digress as our conversation has come to an end but I am certain that it won’t be the last time we sit down and chew the straps. Our next adventure we will share in the meantime be safe have fun.
After the immigration and customs shuffle we are collected by Nana and Pa. A quick coffee and repacking of suitcases and we are back on the highway south. Unpacking, washing, shopping for food and collecting the little mutt (Princess they call her but we all have our own opinion). After the chores we lay exhausted in the guest room.
The next day my Empress has returned to her workplace and she was comforted by the news that they were going to extend her contract until 30th November. Just between you and me, I don’t know how she does it, after the exhilaration of the holiday and the exhaustion of the return trip she is ready to step into her Executive mode and back to work.
Our haven smells like an aromatic palace. Yes, she is up while the sky is still bruised from the intrusion of night. Her eyes are focused on Venus as she bounds out of bed and has lit tea light candles which are placed urns of ambrosia. I hear her planning another trip. This one she wants to share with her mother and father. It is to Norfolk Island. The verbal plan is that it will be a mixture of research and relaxation. The research is motivated by the delving into the past to catch a glimpse of her ancestor’s journey out from England. This maternal ancestor was a passenger on the Lady Juliana. This ship was deemed, "the floating brothel". This ship brought the first women to the Colony and they stopped in at Norfolk Island. It is believed that there are a lot of historical artefacts there; do you want to come along?
This conversation flows between upcoming short trips to Burrendong, New South Wales for a dedication and memorial for a family of maternal ancestors who were almost all wiped out in a flood. Mistress has written a book, The Baker Flood depicting this tragedy and you get a copy on our website at: www.jestacom.biz http://www.jestacom.biz . The genre is historical fiction since some of the book is based on fact and the other bits are channelled from her Great great grandmother Cecelia. You don’t believe me? Well, no matter I know it's true. I know when she has those conversations and I can tell you they share their insights and experiences and she listens so intently and recalls their story for you and me to read.
I guess I am acting like her spruiker, never mind, she is worth it as her wisdom is priceless and her stories must be told. I know she has suffered some angst about her future career prospects but if anyone cared to consult me then I would tell them my Mistress is an invaluable asset to any organisation who is seeking a woman of substance, creative, authentic, resourceful and intuitive. The fortunate employer will be rewarded. To be perfectly honest though my new best friends, I wish that she could write and create instead of wasting her intellectual property in workplaces that do not appreciate her value.
Anyway, I digress as our conversation has come to an end but I am certain that it won’t be the last time we sit down and chew the straps. Our next adventure we will share in the meantime be safe have fun.
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