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Mother’s Day competition

Well here I am, back again!  I’m slowly getting on top of my health issues and starting to feel better. Many thanks to everyone who contacted me via Facebook and my website. While I was not able to respond, I really appreciate your concern and kind messages.  I’m still easing back into things and I’m hopeful I will be able to return to writing blogs and Facebook posts in the near future.

Meanwhile Mother’s Day is coming up and I thought it would be nice to have a competition to celebrate.  So I’m giving away signed copies of two of my books – A Month of Sundays and Bad Behaviour.  Four winners will get one of each.

To enter the competition all you need to do is follow my blog, either as an existing follower or by joining it now.  To join just go to my website and enter your email in the “Follow my blog” field on the left-hand side of any page, and click the black “follow” button.

If you already follow the blog – go to the Contact page of my website and fill out the form, putting the words “Mother’s Day competition” into the comment field.

The four winners will be chosen at random and their names published on my Facebook page and blog.  The winners will also be contacted by email to provide their postal addresses.

The competition closes at 5pm on Sunday 5 May. Good luck!



Merry Christmas

Only a week ‘til Christmas – how did that happen? I only just managed to post my Christmas cards!

Congratulations to the winners of my Christmas competition – Christine Monaghan, Ginny Dadd, Heather Hillman, Lindsay Fisher, Tracey Gregory and Kim Goodwin. Your books are on the way to you!

Thank you all so much for your continuing support and encouragement. Even when I am scratching around in the dusty mess inside my head, wondering how to make something work, I am always aware how fortunate I am to have such loyal and enthusiastic readers. Thank you so much and thank you and welcome to those of you who have picked up a book for the first time this year. I hope you’ll enjoy some more of my books in future.

I want to say a big thank you too, to the amazing Pippa Worthington, my media and marking consultant. Pippa looks after the competitions we run, she nudges me into writing blogs and discusses ideas, and this year she created my lovely new website. There is so much more to being a writer these days than just the writing and without Pippa nothing would get done.   So, thank you Pippa for all your ideas, support and hard work through what’s been a tough year in many ways. Pippa runs Heart and Soul Consulting, and you will see her logo on the bottom left hand side of my website, so if you need thoughtful, sensitive advice, ideas and action you can contact her direct.

I am currently working on a new novel after a bit of a struggle, so I am hoping it will be available in 2020.

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas in whatever way you most enjoy.  I’ll be spending it here in WA with half of my family, and of course with Gazza who will be getting a big lamb bone on Christmas morning. I will spend the day trying to stop him bringing it into the house and chewing it on my best rug!

Merry Christmas everyone and a happy and healthy New Year, from Gazza and Me.


Christmas competition

Well here we are in December, which means Christmas is almost upon us. So it must be time for a Christmas competition!

I will be giving away 6 copies of my latest book A Month of Sundays to 6 winners. Each will be signed and you can nominate the name I write in the book. So you can have it personalised – signed for yourself, or for someone else if you are planning to give it away.

To be eligible for the competition you need to follow my blog…. either as an existing follower or by joining it now.  To join, just go to my website and enter your email in the “Follow my Blog” field on the left side of any webpage, and click on the black “FOLLOW” button.

If you already follow the blog please go to the Contact page of my website and fill out the form, putting the words “Christmas competition” into the comment field. Make sure you also provide your name and email.

One entry per person please –duplicate entries will be removed!

The competition closes at 4pm on Sunday 9 December. Six winners will be chosen at random and their names will be published on my Facebook page and blog. The winners will be contacted by email so they can provide their postal address and nominate the name for me to write in the book. The quicker you respond, the quicker you will receive your prize in the post.

Good luck to everyone!



Conscientious objections

The magazine arrived in the mail. I flicked through it, spotted an article on ageing, folded it open at the page, and promptly forgot about it. Three weeks later on a beautiful Sunday morning I remembered it, and wandered out onto the verandah with a mug of coffee intending to read it.

For a while I sat there, enjoying the sun and the silence, the lavender in full bloom, the new buds on the roses and the cloudless blue of the sky. Spring at last! I was grateful to be almost half-way through my seventies, sitting in my garden with time to think about what ageing means to me. The article that I had yet to read had sparked this interlude of conscious reflection. Having anticipated this time of life with enthusiasm it has been so easy and delightful to slip into it. There are things I can no longer do, but there are many other new and different things to enjoy. There are disadvantages: aches and pains, some problems with mobility, and an increased awareness of the reality of death. But slowing down, talking less and thinking more, doing new, simpler and rewarding things to suit myself are some of the bonuses of this time of life.

Eventually I picked up the magazine. The article was about an Australian scientist, who is working on prolonging youth. Rather than just focussing on ways of treating the diseases of ageing he and his team are working towards the classification of ageing as a standalone, treatable disease.

I understand that some, perhaps many, scientists feel driven by the thrills and possibilities of science for its own sake, and that it must be frustrating to think beyond that, or to envisage disadvantages that detract from that. Perhaps some also feel the shadow of middle age as a threat that they want to hold at bay. They probably have the finest of intentions but classifying ageing as a disease can take us to ridiculous extremes.

Do we really want our children and grandchildren to be saddled with the concept of ageing as a lifelong disease that must be treated?

Ageing is not a disease, nor is a problem, it is a fact of life. The only problem is how we approach it, what we expect from it, how we talk to ourselves, and others about it, how we raise our children to think about, respect and plan for it.

Some years ago, the beauty, cosmetic and fashion industries explicitly and shamelessly declared a ‘war on ageing’; specifically, a war on women’s ageing. In this war the weapons are cosmetics, cosmetic surgery, and other procedures involving needles, potentially harmful substances, and various bits of trickery to plump up lips, cheeks, breasts and bums, or scalpels to reduce them.   It’s a phoney war because ageing is not an enemy, unless we choose to make it one.

Ageing is the gift of time to live our lives in a different way.

Old age brings challenges and opportunities, different pleasures, new goals, fine new friendships and the richness and maturity of older ones. It can also bring pain and illness some restrictions, and sadness. This is life, and these things can happen at any age. Hopefully our ageing includes increased leisure, a little wisdom, a measure of respect, the opportunity to be different and to make a difference. Ideally it brings with it the wisdom and judgement to reject the profit focussed claims, concepts and products of some, or the suggestions of well-meaning others perhaps motivated by science as an end in itself, or by their unconscious fear of their own ageing.

Given that we age from the moment we are born, are children to grow up burdened with the belief that they are diseased from birth, or that ageing is an enemy on which they must declare war? Are we incapable of accepting that there is a natural balance and shape to life? We already have a reasonable expectation that human beings can live for a century, and the number who do increases every decade.   Isn’t that enough?

The solution to negative perceptions of ageing lies in our embracing it as a part of life and enjoying the good fortune of reaching it. If we live long enough we will grow old, and eventually die. Can’t we just be thankful for what we have, grateful for the science that can help us to manage the physical and mental diseases of ageing, and become conscientious objectors in this phoney war? Do we have the courage to say, enough really is enough?

Travels with my feet

Travel – it’s what a lot of us look forward to as we get older, and as I approached 75 I really wanted to make what might possibly be a final trip to Europe. And so I set off last month, first to a conference in Barcelona, then on to London and Sussex (work plus a nostalgia hit), and finally to Italy, because it was the only western European country I’d missed out on. I wanted to get the most from this adventure, so I went into ‘training’. Walking, swimming, dancing to Abba in my lounge room. I lost weight, I felt better, stronger, more energetic; I was raring to go despite my still dodgy hips and ankles. And then there’s my feet – but more about my feet later! There wasn’t much I could do about an unanticipated European heatwave.

In Barcelona there wasn’t much time for anything other than work. The city was heavily overcast and most of the time, the heat was oppressive. We walked a lot, around the ancient and beautiful university buildings and campus, and to various restaurants and other venues. My feet mentioned that they didn’t much like the heat, nor the amount of standing. Finally, on the morning of the day I left the storm broke, clearing the air, reducing the temperature, refreshing the city and, I suspect, lifting most people’s spirits. I had a wonderfully interesting and intellectually invigorating time. My feet were less enthusiastic.

I went to Sussex for research for a book, but also to revisit the past. My memories are rich with memories of green fields, forests, winding lanes the smell of freshly cut grass, and long, mild, summer evenings in the gardens of quaint country pubs. But the first thing I noticed was a widespread absence of grass – or at least green grass. The rising temperatures has left most lawns, parks, fields and verges burned to a crisp. But it was still Sussex, still the place I’d lived for almost half my life. My feet mentioned they were uncomfortably hot, but happy that I was driving everywhere. And then it was time to return the car and take the train to London.

Friends in Australia sent me jokey texts about the feeble British who can’t handle the heat, unlike us rugged Aussies. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone – but I couldn’t take the heat either; 37C in London feels a whole lot hotter than the same temperature back home in Perth. No idea why. London was heaving with tourists, many heading for shops, bars or restaurants on the assumption that they would be airconditioned. But the last great European heatwave was in 1961; why would you bother installing aircon? England seemed burned out, exhausted. By the heat? By Brexit? By the shenanigans of an unstable Government and an inadequate opposition? By the visit of Donald Trump? My feet said, ‘We don’t like this, can you go back to driving please?’ Don’t worry, I told them. Italy next, gorgeous green Tuscan hillsides, and woodlands, and we’ll have a car.

In Italy I fell in love: with the country, the way of life, the streets of Florence, it’s plethora of glorious churches, magnificent buildings, steep picturesque side streets, piazzas where we tucked in to gelato and observed the passing glamour. Most of all I fell in love with the Tuscan countryside and what its pristine condition, and the obviously loving custodianship of and respect for the land, seemed to say about the Italians themselves. We drove along narrow winding lanes and roads, sharp bends and steep hills, through olive groves, vineyards, bay trees, cypress and Lombardy pines. We visited tiny hilltop villages, in which tourism was minimal. And we walked a lot, climbed a lot, traversed cobbles, uneven paving and went up hundreds of steep stairways. My feet didn’t like it; they complained bitterly. I tried to appease them with new, tougher, walking shoes (yes there really is a branch of Foot Locker in the centre of Florence). My feet would not be appeased.

My son took off to Portugal for the rest of his holiday. I took the train to Milan and then to Varenna on Lake Como, a place I have longed to visit. It lives up to and beyond, both its reputation and my dreams. I am captivated by the vast gleaming expanse of the lake and its subtly changing colours, that craggy faces of the mountains, the small towns and villages clustered along the shore line. On the tree-clad slopes ancient villas and castles, towers and churches are tucked into the tree clad slopes as if scattered there by some divine hand. Heaven! No – hell – said my feet!

Four days on my feet have resigned. They swelled way beyond the confines of my shoes, including the new ones. Just a pair of sandals are almost bearable. Gout! Look – I didn’t eat that much gelato! I have had one glass of sparkling wine in four weeks. And now I am shifting between my bedroom balcony and the hotel terrace, in a lot of pain, barely able to walk. Grounded again! May have to call the airline for assistance on the way home if my feet don’t improve by the end of the week.

My advice: take a trip – see Italy! See it soon – we never know how much time we have left. Oh! And – make sure you leave your feet at home.

What a lovely event!

Many thanks to everyone who joined me for morning tea at the Perth Parmelia Hilton last week, to help me celebrate the launch of my new book, A Month of Sundays.

It was great to see that more than 200 people braved the wet and wild weather, and it was so nice to have the chance to meet and talk with different groups, both before and after the event.   Ann Poublon and her staff from Dymocks at Garden City did a wonderful organisational job and the Hilton put on a lovely morning tea. Some photos from the event are below.

I really enjoyed chatting with Meri Fatin about A Month of Sundays – although it is always a challenge to answer questions about a new book without giving too much away!  I will be attending a couple more events over the next few months, and you can find the details on the Events page on my website.