My most loyal friend here was a witch. She was one of the few people prepared to stick her neck out for me. That is a sad indictment  of we, Christians.  She also helped me understand my own faith a little better. When I had met her in  department store she had come rushing up to hug me. She wrote me a beautiful letter for the help I had given her.

If Everyone Cared -Nickelback She took a photo of all of us and gave it to me but I cropped my copy because I was embarrassed about the bruise on my arm. Her daughter and my son were best friends for a while. He had really liked her. They had great fun together. Her son got up to all sorts. Like my son he had been a handful. I know that means they are smart. She had a huge trampoline. Australia’s Safest Trampoline. I had actually done a trampolining course in my teens. I nearly broke my neck doing a back drop. I looked just like this 😆

Women’s Olympic Trampoline 2000 – 2016

She was suffering because like me she had a mind of her own. Talking with her the song Shiny Happy People took on a whole new meaning.

Some of my dearest friends are gay. I love heavy metal, punk, emo too apparently. I try always to say what I mean and mean what I say. I am completely fed up with self-righteous twaddle.This is not a reference to my fellow bloggers. I hate homophobia with a passion. Btw I believe this is one view my former husband and I still share.

I hate hypocrisy, so of course that is always the first criticism levelled at me. My father lost his mother and despite coming from a solid church background, he felt his family had received no help. A cousin founded the second biggest church in the world. They also built another church with their bare hands. My family is full of clergymen. My father was a choirboy. I regularly use the ‘f’ bomb. That is about it for now. If I think of anything else I will add it. Oh and if I feel people have been dishonest to me  there is a good chance I will never speak to you again. I am also inclined towards sarcasm on occasions.

I hate racism too. I hope that satisfies people’s curiosity. Oh yes a’hole has become one of my favourite words in recent years.

So if you come to my blog to read sweet, reassuring words, you might be in the wrong place.

“One of my Mum,’s best comments was

“If you don’t want to hear the truth, don’t ask him.”(about my father).

Usually I try to be diplomatic until I am pushed too far, then it is just possible you may discover ‘I am my father’s daughter’ ❤

(Except I never heard him use the f’ bomb.)

If that is not music to your ears, please feel free to move on.

I Am My Father’s Daughter


I love both my parents. They both shared their gifts with me. I am grateful. Both of my parents have a great sense of humour. I try not to take myself too seriously.

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