Murder, anyone?

Next weekend I’ll be presenting a session on the Rainbird murders, 1861, to whoever turns up as part of the Kapunda history month celebrations. I have no idea how many will be there but I figure there has to be at least one. After all, there’s always a reasonable audience for a murder story, and True Crime is a best seller… Right? When I agreed to do it, I wondered if I had enough to fill in the hour and a quarter time slot. That fear dissipated several weeks ago. Now I’m wondering how I will manage to squeeze it all in in such a short time! It’s been interesting going through all my research again. I’d not looked at it for over a year. I’ve tried to get a book on the subject published but no joy so far. After the last...

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I got suckered.

I’ve been a fatty most of my life. You name the diets, I’ve tried them: fasting (except for fluids) for a week every month, Israeli Army diet, Scarsdale diet, Atkins, Body Trim, Weight Watchers, LowCarbHighFat (a version of the Paleo thing) , Medifast (prescribed and supervised by a doctor)… and with each of them I had some minor success that soon dissipated. And then, afterwards, I’d get a little bit fatter. And, yes, I stuck to them and was serious about the process. I did the Medifast program for a year. It consisted of breakfast and dinner being a protein shake (with vitamins and minerals added) and an apple and yoghurt, or cup of soup for lunch. I went to the gym two or three times a week and walked lots. At the end of the year...

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Farewell and thanks for the Tosca.

I heard, yesterday, that someone I knew well, and who knew me quite intimately (she was one of the masseuses who help me try to keep my lymphoedemic arm under control, therefore she is one of the few people¬†to have seen my naked, one-boob-only chest) died on Good Friday. She had had a hip replacement done last year and didn’t seem to recover from it. She came back to work for a while but we could see she was struggling. Anyway, late last year she was finally diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease. Now she’s gone. I’d gone to the clinic yesterday for my usual two hour appointment: one hour of laser treatment and then one hour of massage. I’d dragged myself along, somewhat reluctantly, because I was in pain due to my crumbling spine. I was...

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