Nan Collimore

This weekend I have a heavy heart. This weekend I have felt a sadness I never knew quite possible.

Yesterday I lost my beautiful Nan. So suddenly, I am still in disbelief.

I have been so very fortunate to have had both sets of amazing grandparents well in to my adult life. I was also very fortunate to have had a great relationship with each of them in their own unique way. And as painful as it was to see 3 of my 4 grandparents pass due to various forms of illness, I was grateful I could say my final goodbyes.

And now, it's "Nan Collimore's" time. But there was no time for a final goodbye. No time to say goodbye to Nan Collimore who I had an extra special kind of bond with.

My Nan has been a constant in my life for as long as I can remember.

My Nan made my sister and I matching outfits, school uniforms, and fancy dress costumes.

My Nan took us to pantomimes, museums, galleries and waterslides.

My Nan loved reading, painting, leatherwork, and all things arty.

My Nan had a passion for swimming and the sea. She was the person who taught me to body surf and not to fear those dumpers!

My Nan took us to tennis with the "old ladies" who we always had a hit with.

My Nan took us on road trips from the Big Banana to the Dog on the Tuckerbox.

My Nan loved Chinese food and ensured we knew how to use our chopsticks for such occasions.

My Nan loved travel and culture and was so excited when I went out and explored the world, her and my pop visiting me on my first time living abroad.

My Nan loved weekend bbq's and taught us how to play "French cricket".

My Nan was strong willed, opinionated, independent, fit, smart and creative.

My Nan was all these things and much much more.

We were lucky to spend yet another great Boxing Day at Nan Collimore's just a few short weeks ago. Kids, grandkids and great grandkids.

My Nan is going to be sorely missed, much more than any words could possibly express.

Rest peacefully Nan.

xoxoxo

Communism, Cocktails, Cigars and Salsa

Hello Cuba, here I come...

Men In Trees

So the trees are being lopped at long last.

The neighbour is furiously taking photos as the men go about their lopping business.

The trees do in fact sit in the neighbour’s back yard. However they hang completely over my apartment block driveway, drop endless branches and leaves both on the driveway, and the facing balconies. When the wind picks up, or a storm rolls in, the trees are a rather intimidating force.

Obviously strata would have had to inform / agree with our neighbours of the work to take place, however they are obviously far from impressed from all observations.

I just hope the men in trees are done soon so I make my PT session. The trees and truck are blocking my garage and driveway...the inconvenience of it all! 3 hours work so far. Surely they will be done soon?

Better The Devil You Know?

Dilemma of the week.

The devil does know, and is incredibly enchanting.

The devil you don't know is dangerous, unknown, intriguing, and possibly best left that way.

Not a bad dilemma by any means!

Slave No More...

Four days on, and it appears the TV has corrected itself??!

Disappointed or rejoicing...not quite sure?