Storytime

I recently attended a Trivia Night. This one is our annual fund raiser for our Bookworms Relay for Life team. It is a fun night, mostly attended by work mates, and their families and friends. It's also a great way to totally understand your work colleagues and be amazed at what they 'know'. There are so many surprises. Who knew that person had a great knowledge of Australian prime ministers? Or who knew that person's passion was astronomy? I must admit to knowing nothing about either of the previous subjects. In fact while the astronomy round was on, I was happily doing one of the table games. (Yes I knew who lived in St. Mary Mead....and who in Whitehaven Mansions ) It's always interesting when there is heated 'discussion' over an answer. Some are adamant, others hesitant...some shrug and willing to go with the flow. Although had to laugh when Miss J and I attempted one of the table games----we knew 3 of the answers so guessed the rest. Surp...

Reading is such a vital every day part of my life that I tend to take it for granted. It's part of my job as well as my personal daily routine. However tomorrow, Thursday 20th of September i s Australian Reading Hour. So what's Reading Hour you ask? Simple. Stop what you are doing for one hour and pick up a book. They want Australians to remember (or even be introduced) to the joys and benefits of reading. There are so many benefits of reading. It reduces stress. Yep, you get to sit/ lie / sprawl and immerse yourself. Lose yourself. Forget all your problems and situations while you discover worlds beyond your own.  Is great mental stimulation and helps you to expand your vocabulary. How many times have we stalled at an unknown word or phrase? But then we look it up, we roll it over our tongue. We speak it out loud, try it in a sentence or two. And sometimes we file it away later so we can blithely drop it into a conversation. Reading betters our writing ...

Birthdays have this nasty habit of sneaking up on a person. I know there are some that love to celebrate, with all the bells and whistles...but I fear as you get older, and older, and older it all begins to blur. Numbers become lost, unless it's a major birthday, one of those that end in a zero. My sister tends to ask me how old I am - she's fourteen months younger and so when she knows how old I am, knows how old she is. Because as most of us come to realise, age is simply a number. It doesn't tell us how healthy we are, how smart we are, how happy we are...just how many years we have lived on this planet. So what have I learnt after living this many years? That I still don't like red wine. Give me a port or tokay and it's another thing entirely, but alas my palate has not matured with the rest of me. I've learnt that I have this grey swathe in my hair, bit like Cruella De Vil, beside the cowlick that decides where I part my hair. (Hello hairdre...