For Peta’s Sake support the Industry and Buy Wool

For Peta’s sake buy Australian Wool and support the Industry

Most farmers I know have no issue with ethical treatment of animals they do it themselves. The farmers are out there day and night checking stock when they are ready to give birth, to assist cattle, ewes, horses well all animals under their care to birth without much complications as the rest of a terrible birth is the same as for with humans, things die and it’s awful. I myself have assisted in pulling a calf when required. So in most cases farmers are the true representation of Peta, without the scare tactics and money to photograph ‘famous people’ holding fake animals to prove a point.

The Shearing Contractors Association of Australia has acknowledge that poor treatment of animals is not tolerated nor is it endemic of their association. the footage that Peta run is from last year and they took that to the Association and it has been dealt with – each shed and Shearer has been notified and educated. That should have been the end of that, but no nearly 12 months on it become a topic to run in the media and to try to garnish a response, what did they want? do they want to shut the shearing industry like what happened with the Live Export ban? Do they want sheep to be left unshorn and suffer from this practice? or are they looking to up their membership base? One can only guess.

I am launching a campaign today and have written to many stores, wool producers and Associations asking for their support to assist the industry and get you all to buy a piece of Australian Wool, be that clothing to wear, like jackets, coats jumpers etc. or accessories to display i.e. scarfs and or Australian wool to knit with. If we don’t support the retailer, the whole industry will suffer, that is, farmers getting our of sheep, thus reducing the wool supply and putting our experienced shearers out of work. It is hard enough to get experienced teams to come and shear lets not erode the industry by supporting the fabricated campaign of Peta.

If you are a producer, or retailer or stockist of wool products and want to have a plug, please contact me of jump on my Facebook page or contact me direct I want it to be full of positive things about the industry and promote Australian Made. Here is a lamb being shorn, lifted onto an old tyre, for comfort and to ease the strain on shearers

Shearing sheep - no cuts here

yesterday a life time ago

Isn’t life interesting how one day you can be on top of things and the next be really down. I think all of us at some stage in our lives suffer depression. I know I did when I hurt my back, I couldn’t work and the grief of losing friends / work colleagues was over whelming. I remember being in hospital in traction for a couple of weeks hoping this was not going to be my life. I was a young mum with no partner support but luckily the support of my family who helped me in more ways than one. I met a Dr who was more attuned to mental pain than physical pain and he taught me how to distinguish between them. to this day I thank him, I was caught in that horrible trap of pain, medications, more pain and not working. He identified it was also depression I was suffering from and medicated me appropriately, it took about 12 months to recover and come off medication but I achieved this and going back to nursing.

I watch myself now for the same signs, I still experience back pain daily and with the loss of some functions and weight gain it is very easy to fall back into the mindset of not being able to cope. I know I cope better working than I do not, I know I am happier when I help others than just sitting around watching TV. That is not to say I do not like watching TV but it really has its place. I spent the day yesterday helping my mother and sister in preparing sponsorship packages and letters for her choir who have been invited to sing in Carnegie hall and I also nearly completed all of my book work to which my accountant will be pleased once I hand it over to her.

Today for me is always today, yesterday seems so long ago, I am lucky I have never lived in my past, I have made my mistakes and have moved on, it does not mean I don’t regret my actions nor look back and realise missed opportunities, work life and in my love life. But these have all led me along the path I am on now and I have met and married DH – my first and final Husband. My DH always uses the comment “there is always somebody else having a worse day than you” He is correct and I try to live by that in my daily.

change is a happening

well here I sit in my office, having been and visited all of the residents, spoken with staff and sent a thank you to Fantastic Furniture for their wonderful donation for our Doctor’s house. It is truly amazing the lengths that some people go to to share and want to be involved.

I have had a knock at the door and in she came, one of our senior staff members and an assistant in helping change. We had identified a process in her department that has needed to be changed for a long time and without any input she has done it. Well done you! I am thrilled to see that the small amount of support you have been given has driven a major and corrective change within her department. This is major progress, a giant step into the 20th Century and leading by example is always preferable than being dragged. I always had the confidence in her to do this.

I am a good conduit for change, I take challenge in assisting this to happen and I take pride in trying my hardest not to offend people along the way. It is hard to master, people are some times precious as they take it as a personal insult to tried and tested practices. I have leapt into this job thinking I was doing projects and fundraising, instead I find myself elbows up into legislation, Aged Care Funding, Bed stats, nursing shortages, staff contracts and Board Meetings. Somehow within a 3 week period I have made this leap.. I surprise myself at times and this is one of those times, I am tired today as my days have gotten longer to complete the tasks I have started. I have a list though I am working through it still appears to get longer, one of my beautiful sisters called last night to ask if I ok as I have not twittered as much. It is hard at night as I am on call 24/7 currently and I am reading Aged Care guidelines for idiots, Operating theatre is my speciality and this is all new.

My change in life is evolving and I hope that I am supportive to the staff and residents. Effective in bringing change for the better and knowledgable enough to ‘pull this off’ in the short-term 🙂

Behaviour… what’s acceptable?

This week seems to have been a week for me, one that should I have to repeat I will ‘opt out’. If I had to give it a score I would give it a 1 being that 1 is awful and 10 is to replay as often as one can and with gusto. So for me to have a 1 week is really unusual and a bitter pill to swallow, yet swallow it I did. Don’t mistake me there has been in the words of Bob Downe “Shiny Bright’s” dotted throughout, these have kept me grounded and happy but this week I have shed tears.

It has been hard to keep smiling when all you want to do is cry, the actions of others has brought back moments in my life I have wanted to forget, it has been terrible. At the time of one of the incidents I never thought it would still be with me almost 20 yrs later. It was something a ‘friend’ stated to me (in jest – in defence of this friend) in front of young children and to this day, it gets repeated back to me and every time I hear it I want to slap my friend in the face. It was a joke made in reference to my work, Pete the dog and child and where in my priority list they were placed. I worked hard as a single parent with no support from the other parent, financial or otherwise, I gave up nursing (which I loved ) to go in to sales to support my daughter and give her the education I was given, yes by choice and yes with pleasure but I had to travel, educate and do things  other parents didn’t. I had to give up assemblies, plays and sometimes things I desperately wanted to be at. For those parents reading this and had to travel, there is nothing like being stuck at an airport, on a plane, in a taxi rank or just plain stuck and missing out is there? I was lucky, I have a wonderful family that picked up the slack and still do so I knew that there was support and proud smiling faces in audiences.

by Friday this week I had been hung up on, (gotta love that action) by more than 1 person when they didn’t want me to finish talking, I have been yelled out, things thrown into sinks in anger and been left standing at a function without so much as a word, just a shake of the head as I watched them walk away. It has inferred that I have not been telling the truth when I have promised something and a 3rd party has been unable to complete their end of a deal. This is by far no fault of the 3rd person as we know life throws obstacles in the way and ‘shit’ happens. But this is not the fault of the person who has arranged it so therefore one should not be expected to be accused that one is not telling the truth. I hate how when things do not turn out the way other people think they should one is accused of not being honest. I have most of my life tried to be as honest as I can, it is human nature not to tell the whole truth to save someone’s feelings, to not get into trouble to try to fix a situation before it becomes a nightmare. Most times things go left of centre but you have to suck that up and admit when you have done wrong. One thing I have never done is held a grudge or repeated incidents from times past to ‘win’ and argument. But by fuck I am soooooooooooooooo sick of being at the end of people’s actions.

The highlights have been just that high lights, I have worked at Keith Hospital and like it very much, I was able to meet a special person who has gone out of his way to donate something to Keith Hospital. I have had an Action Group meeting where I was publicly thanked for all my volunteer hours and told what a great job I was doing. I have been able to offer someone employment and she is excited to be joining the team. I have walked, spent time with Pete, the dog and been able to off load on my sister, without having that support I would have been a wreck. I have shed tears in private when no body has seen or been able to comment, there are things one can not say to a partner, a child nor a friend for fear of judgement and long-term consequences like the above example.

I am a person that tries not to carry much with me but I think this week has been harder than most. To all, think about how you would feel and treat each other like this, it may be hard but it also shows respect for people you love and want in your life.



I went to an Adelaide Fringe show this evening which my dear friend is doing for the fringe and it is confronting, moving and totally paralysing. The dignity with which she  presents this topic is only matched by her grace in her brutal honesty, “my notes are my seeing eye dog, my hearing aid or wheel chair as I have dementia and I forget” or words to that effect. It is as stunning as it is frightening.

She tells us all how hard this journey is for her from her diagnosis at 49 to now trying to manage the ever-growing symptoms at 53. She is as beautiful as ever and as my mother said, Kate is right to hear her speak so eloquently about the disease one can not see how she would have dementia. It is not a disease that disfigures your face or osteoporosis that cripples your body in her words it ‘sucks out your soul”. How cruel !

It is a show that will make you laugh with humor, is thought-provoking, it will make you uncomfortable and for me her friend it made me cry. I wanted to stop the tears but they came and they flowed, even at the end as I hugged her I was still crying. Yet there we went out to dinner after, Kate, me and her DH (Dear husband) he was also kind enough to drop me back to my car – 35 minutes from their house. I take away from that a slide and forgive me for lack of referencing and remembering who stated it “live with urgency not in an emergency” Do not wait for the diagnosis, do not wait for somebody else to sing, dance, laugh, love, be the person to send this out live like there is no tomorrow as Kate says for her that may be tomorrow. How terrifying.. she has two shows to go Monday night 530 & Tuesday night – at scot’s church on North Terrace Adelaide. She is then off to England to present over there.

My beautiful friend, I have never been prouder of you, DH & boys, I love you and will make time to see you as often as I can