Waiting for buyers 20 years after being temporarily relocated following removal from the RAAF BASE in Winnellie – Darwin – to accommodate new housing.



Waiting for buyers 20 years after being temporarily relocated following removal from the RAAF BASE in Winnellie – Darwin – to accommodate new housing.








They won the premiership in 2018 but since that time, it has been all downhill.






Australia’s foundations are being shredded by the government.





Budget a mess
Fuel up and with it everything.
Cost of living through the roof.
Government living on platitudes.
Australia is in bog hole and quagmire territory.
There is no upside – it is all down.
Hettie is weeping
But nobody cares.










ON MY MIND TODAY
I wish Dementia was out in the open in discussion and awareness of its deleterious and insidiousness in the way cancers and orther diseases are regarded. There is too much hiding it away and keeping the issues under a shroud.
DEMENTIA IS THE NUMBER ONE KILLER OF AUSTRALIANS.
And
THE AGE AT WHICH PEOPLE AE BEING IMPACTED IS FOREVER BECOMING YOUNGER.
We need to get a handle on this number one scourge.
Join me a dementia carer in unmasking this horrible affliction and shining the glare of full daylight on it and what it is doing to us all.
Henry Gray
April 27 2026




Could Toto the Dog of Prime
Minister Anthony Albanese become the subject of a doctoral earning PhD thesis?
From AI
Yes, Toto, the dog of Australian Prime Minister Anthony Albanese, could also be the subject of a doctoral thesis. Here are some potential research themes:
These themes could provide valuable insights into the intersection of politics, media, and society, making a compelling case for a doctoral thesis.
From AI
Overall, Toto the dog has become a charming part of Anthony Albanese’s public persona and offers a glimpse into the personal life of Australia’s leadership.
















So much is so wrong










WHY QUESTIONS OF INDIGENOUS AUSTRALIANS
These are questions I have asked in various forums from time to time. I have asked them about those who post on LinkedIn. Often, I hear nothing back from those to whom I have replied, with those replies being a response to people who de De cry the fact that the treatment of and regard Indigenous Australians is insensitive and harmful.
The strong inference is always that fixing the issues has to come from the government, agencies, or a change in attitude by those held accountable by writers.
In this context, my questions were pertinent to ‘The Voice’. There was an assumption that if the Voice were passed into our constitution by the referendum, then all the issues raised around the questions I had – and still have – would somehow be corrected: That without the Voice, there could be no fixing.
I was involved with Aboriginal Education in both WA (1970, 1974/75) and the NT (1975 – 82) as a school leader. With staff, I initiated many programs that greatly benefit children of young ages. I worked to ensure school attendance and had the support of communities.
I have also undertaken formal studies in the field of Indigenous Education.
I add this chronology to point out that my questions are not from someone unaware.
This is an appalling & cruel decision by PM Albo & Labor as reported by the The Australian today. That:
❌ punishes older Aussies 🇦🇺 who have worked hard & paid taxes & did their best to never be a burden on our nation.
❌ pushes more Australians onto the already diabolical public health system that can’t cope with demand as it is
❌ will lead to people not seeking treatment in a timely manner, worsening their health & leading to more expensive treatments when things become critical or life threatening
❌ will cause terrible $$$ & emotional stress for retirees on fixed incomes during Labor’s shocking cost-of-living crisis.
Private health insurance is the last thing retirees ever want to give up as it’s the time of life they need it most.





Distorted a little by atmospheric haze and moisture.





As a child, I was fascinated by dinosaurs, and if given the chance to bring one back to life, I would choose the Triassic Saurian. I can’t quite put my finger on why this particular species appeals to me, but perhaps it’s because I remember hearing about Tyrannosaurus Rex in primary school. Additionally, I have written a few poems about dinosaurs, and this species appears to be a recurring theme in them. While there may be other dinosaurs with unique personalities, I feel that Rexes are more familiar to humans than any other species, real or imagined.
Despite initial claims that dinosaurs were merely figments of imagination, the discovery of fossilised remains has proven otherwise. Dinosaurs continue to capture the imagination of young people, as seen in the popularity of films like Jurassic Park. However, I must admit that the fear instilled in me by the dinosaur Shanra in that film has kept me from watching any others in the series. If I had to choose a favourite dinosaur poem, it would be one that I cut out of a school paper when I was younger and pasted into a book, where it remains today
It is 5.44 am on Wednesday April 22 in Darwin. Lovely overnight rain and storm from 1.30 am. May the wet season keep delivering.
I can remember you know when we were younger. I was always Flatstick and we worked hard and it was very hard to sort of relax and unwind at the end of the day – wasn’t it?
I suppose one of the things about being older is it without having to sort of tire ourselves out so much during the day and come home with it all still a go in our heads and including planning for tomorrow, that you can kind of sit back in and take it a bit easy and you don’t have to worry too much about what tomorrow is bringing apart from the appointments that you might have.
No more waking up in the morning and you’re on the go flat stick straight away and now that we’re retired we don’t have to be Flatstick straight away. I think that makes for easier relaxing at night.
Being retired the worries of tomorrow are not so focused in your head as when you are working and only have a small respite time before having to be up and at it again.
My dental surgeon is outstanding but calls for checking remind me of Poor Old Henry as Poor Little Henry.
The teeth are chattering three days out in anticipation of the coming check.
They remind me of a time they were ‘babies’ and presented themselves to Mr Werral and his foot-powered drill set up on a street-side open verandah of a timber merchant’s trading centre in Moora – WA -on alternative Saturdays in the 1950’s.
There are moments in history that remain watermarked in the memory banks.
It is 2.04 am on Tuesday April 21 in Darwin, NT, and rain from a large thunderstorm is sharing its cool, wetness with us all.














It is now 12.16 am on Monday April 20 in Darwin Australia.
To some goodnight and to others good morning
Are denocratic governments really democratic, or is it that they are just less totalitarian in some aspects of their political leadership thatmight be the case in pronounced totalitarian countries?
Is totalitarianism an aspect of all governments, with its severity of impact in some countries making it more rigid than in other countries that have a more laid-back and laissez-fairere attitude to some aspects of governance?
Are ALL governments focused on controlling citizens?
My everlasting nervousness about the fact that disease and pestilence are just around the corner.
My need to wear a mask until a few weeks ago through lack of confidence.
My always keeping a distance of 1.5 metres between myself and others.
Keeping Covid boosters and flu injections up to date.
I remain frightened of Covid.
The birdman of the Yorkshire Moors
The John – o – Groats Shearer
The Isle of Skye Shearer
The Dublin Street Cleaner

Parrthjima is promoting Indigenous language.
It is probably not the same language that enriches the air in the Royal Darwin Hospital Emergency Department or that rents the air at Karama Shopping Centre


He and his partner have been our next door neighbours since we moved in here in January 1987. They were already there next door
I always think
“When Pete’s in his house
All’s right with the world.”
“How is Margo?”
My wife suffers from dementia and my first, last and ‘always’ thought is for her.
Why are people on huge salaries often such poor performers in the roles they fill?
Why is Australia so delinquent in preparing for future social and economic uncertainty?
Why do people with huge wealth feud so bitterly about wanting more – particularly as they can not take it with them when they die?
I was little, weak, Puy, and undersized and underweight for someone my age. It worried me more so as time passed
That was until I met a canteen lady who managed the school canteen. She told me that she was a canteen lady and could help me to grow. I was full of scepticism and was probably rude in asking her “how“ that could possibly be true.
She replied to me.“My nourishing food will help you to grow.“A light dawned within my soul. I regularly are her nourishing food and I certainly did grow.
Canteen ladies can share much wisdom if those they feed are prepared to listen to them.
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“The Shredded Chef” is so good that service in Darwin and Palmerston means new homes and apartments may soon be constructed without regular kitchens.
This will be an exciting prospect for new homebuyers. This will be an exciting prospect for new homebuyers. There will be substantial savings on construction costs and a guarantee of moderately priced nutritious meals available through subscription to “The Shredded Chef“. There will be substantial savings on construction costs and a guarantee of moderately priced nutritious meals available through subscription to “The Shredded Chef”.
You know you are getting old when you know that everyone in every group is younger than you.
You know your better days are passed when the icecream which just cost you $3.50, was one you once purchased for five cents.
You know the world is spinning out of control when half the world is at war, with infrastructure in a growing number of countries and regions being reduced to rubble and dust.
You Know – 1
You are getting old when you start talking about the burial places of predeceased family and friends.
You are aging when people appointed to key organisational positions are younger than your youngest child.
You are getting past it when the body will not respond to the mind’s request that you get up from your reclining chair and attend to work-related tasks
My best ever decision was to depart farming and take up teaching.
I am SO GLAD PM Anthony Albanese cut short his overseas trip to hunt fuel, for I am full of empty, lonely feelings whenever he is away.
Why is Chris Bowen allowed to spout on about renewables when it is patently obvious he us on the wrong track?
Why are hundreds of thousands of hectares being ripped from primary agricultural use and turned into useless land because of transmission towers and lines?
Does not this smack of the way the South African and Zimbabwe Governments have reappropriated lands in their countries?


Why do Politicans lie?
Why do teachers and principals accept physical and vitriolic abuse ?
Why do police and ambulance operators accept being attacked and spat upon?
Why have good manners become extinct?
In no way do I ever want to visit America.
No way Jose
America (North America) will always be a no go zone for Poor Old Henry.
So says Transport Minister Anna King.
I don’t think so.
Security is parlours
Stable? Not for a minute
JUSTICE
Which institution has traded ‘meaningful’ for ‘meaningless’.
EDUCATION
DONALD TRUMP.
From Darwin NT where it is 2.38 am on Wednesday April 15.
Poor Old Henry is just retiring.





What does MMIWG2SLGBTQQIA+GENOCIDE stand for?
AI Responded
MMIWG2SLGBTQQIA+GENOCIDE stands for:
This term highlights the violence and discrimination faced by Indigenous women, girls, and members of the LGBTQIA+ community, emphasizing the ongoing crisis of missing and murdered individuals within these groups in many regions, particularly in Canada and the United States.
it’s getting longer and longer and longer and…





CLOSE TO CHANNEL ISLAND








Poor Old Henry’s morning rituals – 1
What are they?
Response:
Poor Old Henry’s morning rituals could encompass a range of activities that reflect his routine and personality. Here are some ideas:
These rituals create a comforting rhythm to his mornings, reflecting his personality and the simple joys of life.
Response:
YEEHAH!! AI DOESN’T KNOW EVERYTHING
There are 3600 seconds in the first hour of each morning. The first hour may start at different times depending on awakening.
For example, the first hour today started at 10.30 am , yesterday at 8.00 am and so on. This happens because of retirement.
In the olden days many years ago at Warburton Ranges, my day would generally start at around 3.30’am. It was 1974.
I was a school principal and also a remote-area student studying by correspondence. Our house was joined to the school by a shared aluminium roof and separated by a breezeway that led to our donkey boiler and the school’s sole rainwater tank. (Maybe more about those later),
At 3.30 am, I would go into my classroom which was the closest of the four linear classrooms to our house. There I would spent around two hours, sometimes a little longer, studying. (Again, maybe more about that later).
At the end of my solitude of study, I would check with my wife and our three children, then aged nearly three, 18 months and three months of age – at the start anyway.
I would then light our donkey boiler fire to ensure hot water.
Showering and dressing followed. Then it was off to fuel the donkey boilers that heated water for the communal showers.
That involved stacking dried tree branches – that had been delivered by the community – under the 44 gallon drums and firing the wood in order that the water in the drums was heated.
The boilers were set up with proper inlet and outlet reticulation so hot water was replaced by cold. The drums were placed on their sides to facilitate heating.
To be continued
This is a shocker to contemplate but will happen.
One thing is for certain. People will remain various and greedy for power even those who are left. This guarantees that World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones.
12.38 am Monday April 13
I work from and at home. We live on a busy road just up from a T Junction with an even busier road
I am sometimes working inside and sometimes out.
We live in a blended neighbourhood.
I hear:
Cars screeching
Motorcycles revving
Neighbours arguing
Street sweepers sweeping
Dogs barking
Radios blaring
Occasional crashes
Pedestrian pairs talking
Lawnmowers scything
As Poor Old Henry



These make wonderful money boxes .
The favourite Olympic Sport of Poor Old Henry.
Without doubt it is
The Phantom
The nemesis of evildoers everywhere.
Great books
Love Tintin
My favourite books – I have them all.
How lonely a huge school can be for a young boy living away from home as a border and going to school each day on a school bus with standing room only. It was isolated and awful.
An advantage of being dead – and it is becoming a state that is evermore appealing to me – is that you no longer have to worry about being alive.
The challenges, circumstances, confrontations, and sorrows are no more.
There once was a lady named Markle,
Won Harry with her sweet charm and sparkle,
They moved to live overseas,
That makes for princely unease,
Can he reverse what became a debacle?
FOREVER THE BEST IN AUSTRALIA
As honest and transparent as the day is long,
Albo’s Government can do no wrong,
As shiny bright as new chromed steel,
Their governance will be deterred by no squeal.
The Lodge will be home for years you see,
To Albo, Toto and Jodie
Personal
The Cold War had an impact on me in many different ways. For me, the most significant event was serving compulsory military service in Vietnam during the Vietnam War. It worked this way: those who turned 20 years of age at a particular point in time had their names, or at least their birthdays, on marbles put into a barrel. A sufficient quantity of those birthdates was pulled out of the barrel to satisfy conscription requirements for each period of time. My birthday is 24 February. I was just so petrified, so worried, so anxious that that marble would be pulled. Those unfortunate enough to be conscripted were required either to put their occupational training on hold and undertake that military service, which included going to Vietnam, or, in the alternative, to finish their training if they were partway through, then defer their employment until that conscripted military service was undertaken.
So many people work in scripted roles whose lives were both physically and mentally ruined, shattered by the Vietnam War. Not the least of those outcomes was that returning veterans from Vietnam were not appreciated nor admired by the population as a whole. Rather, they were spurned and criticised for the fact that their efforts helped to create havoc within Vietnam for the local populations.
Although that has now been put to rights, the consequences of the Vietnam War are such that those impacted still have the horror of those 1970s periods built into their psyche, their thinking, and what happened to them.
Political
The Cold War placed Australia in an invidious position, requiring it to choose which political ‘team’ to support.
Without hesitation, Australia always fell in behind America. One of the things during the Cold War that I most remember is our Prime Minister of the time saying that Australia was “all the way with LBJ “ – Lyndon B. Johnson, the American President.
America – historically proven to be one of the most, if not the most, aggressive countries in the world when it comes to starting war –
As always, Australia followed like a little lapdog. So it has been that we’ve had troops and resources channel into supporting America in a Multitude of overseas conflicts. The worst experience was probably that of Vietnam, where our engagement in the Arthur military “initiative” always gave a sense of being right there with the United States.
In many respects, that Cold War attitude has never faded! It also means that Australia has become increasingly isolated within its own region, with its neighbours. Apart from New Zealand, we are in essence the odd country out in this corner of the world. With relationships between America and us facing increasing strains, I feel that the vulnerability that began during the Cold War is certainly spilling over into the present. I am reminded of the words written by Professor Hugh White in his Cordially Essay, “Sleepwalking to War,” which were both realistic and dire.
Social
In social terms and in general interactions with people, the Cold War had little impact on me. That was largely because my living situation throughout most of the Cold War period was one of rural isolation, then school isolation, from the broader social context.
At the back of my mind, and probably most other people in their late teens, 20s, and early 30s, was just what might happen in terms of any explosion on the world stage and the consequences of that, certainly as they got older, on their economic and family circumstances.
The fear that existed for myself and many others coming into their 20s in age terms was the apprehension associated with the Vietnam War and whether or not we were likely to be conscripted and forced into military service. That was a shadow that hung over me and, I suspect, over the majority of people, particularly men, my age. Conscription was for men, not for women.
Educational and cultural changes
Educationally and culturally, the predominant theme at the time was to look with admiration upon “the West” and those countries that stood, in democratic terms, against totalitarian governments and, certainly, against communism. Communism was “dirty”. As always, education played a significant role in shaping the thinking patterns that underpinned students’ conceptual development. Their abhorre3ence at the elements of persuasion that were part of this period, in large part, influenced people to regard Vietnam Veterans as people who were traitors rather than as people helping in the American/Australian efforts to ‘liberate’ the power and influence of the communist spread in that part of the world.
Media and communication
Knowing what was going on in the world was slower, and Father as Victoria, then is the case these days. We learned about what was happening with respect to everything, including the Cold War and its impacts, through the radio, newspapers, and discussions with others. What we knew was often listened to by the pit of media coverage.
Telephone communications were expensive for long-distance calls, and a per-word price limited telegrams; therefore, “express” mail was really out of the question. Newspaper reports were often days late by the time you received them. Radio was a better option, but again it was limited by the fact that shortwave radio was at least unreliable and often very, very ecstatic if you were listening on the wireless.
Personal Opinion
My personal involvement in the Cold War was limited to thoughts about the fear of military service, the priority I placed on men’s lives, the disruption the Cold War might cause to my career, and my very real concern about myself and the impact of the Cold War on impersonal terms. When I wasn’t called up, the primary focus of the Cold War disappeared from my thinking.
This was partly due to where I was living and partly to my preoccupation with a new career in teaching. For the most part, aside from my two years of training, college life was remote, and we were rather out of touch with what was happening in the broader world.
You would hear about what was going on, often beyond its immediate currency. Still, it seemed distant and far away, and world Affairs faded into the background because of the primary focus on living and working 1200 km from Perth and 600 km from the nearest town. There was no Radio, and communication with the outside world was by VJY radio transmission.
From time to time, I would hear of unfortunate things happening to people connected to the war emerging from this period, and how it was negatively impacting them. That made me remotely empathetic, but the personal distance from what was happening obviously dulled my sense of and sensitivity to the pitiless savagery of the Cold War and its consequences.
Henry Gray.
April 9 2026


This sort of thing could only happen in Australia. Especially in Victoria.
I am Henry
I am a man
But from now on
I will change – and I can
Just go to a bureau
And confirm my sex change.
There could be nothing
More easy than that to arrange
I










































The last thing I did online was to try and determine if the post was for real or a scam.
No longer is any day typical. When I wake in the morning I have no idea how the day will unfold and what will transpire.
Nothing is predictable.
Nothing is typical.


















Running around the table while shredding paper.
Counting your steps on a timed interval of choice.
Keeping a tally of steps taken each day.
Counting the steps taken during the playing of a song or songs on the radio.
Singing and singing – that is an exercise for Poor Old Henry.
THE AMERICAN CHORUS OF JOYFUL ALLEGIANCE
COMING SOON
To be introduced into all American schools and classrooms from preschool to tertiary institutions.
To become an educational institution on June 14 2026, the day this great leader celebrates his eightieth birthday and joins the octogenarian ranks as its most important member of all time.
To become a prescribed chorus to be sung three times in every learning environment during the first ten minutes of every school day or at the start of the first lecture on any university day.
To be learned and sung in English.
The last line of each stanza is to be sung with enthusiastic gusto.
To be sung at the commencement of all celebrations – concerts, graduations, sporting fixtures, board meetings, staff meetings, and so on, before following proceedings begin. (To be, in essence, accorded the same import as ‘Welcome to Country obligations in Australia.)
To be incorporated into the benedictions and conclusions of all religious services, except for weddings, where it will be sung as a part of matrimonial proceedings.
To be included in the recordings of bedtime ‘talking bears’ and other cuddly toys that children listen to before they go to sleep.
To become an inherent part of all screen savers on all devices used by members of the American population.
The Tribute – to be sung with sincerity, feeling, and from the heart.
Donald John Trump,
Donald John Trump,
We praise the Lord every day,
For DONALD JOHN TRUMP.
X2 more repeats.


Hawthorn overcame Geelong by ONE POINT on Easter Monday in front of more than 84,000 fans at the Melbourne Cricket Ground









There ‘s a motor car here,
A bus and truck there,
But Ambulances, Ambulances, everywhere.
Sirens wail and horns blare,
Their loud, urgent song,
They rush to help people,
Whose lives have gone wrong.
Drivers drunk at the wheel,
Or speeding like sin,
Prangs are for others,
Never for them.
When accidents happen,
Not all will survive,
Ambo sirens are constant,
On Vanderlin Drive.
Car crashes here,
Trooper rollovers there,
Throughout the NT,
Mishaps everywhere.
A satellite pic,
Would confirm the disgrace,
Of red lights flashing,
In this once peaceful place.
Drivers don’t care,
They are not beholden,
So many wrecking,
Vehicles they’ve stolen,
They donut and hoon,
They crash and wreck cars,
Then laugh at their efforts,
Like foolish galahs.
But if injured or killed,
By their behaviour so bad,
The ambos are summoned,
Everyone’s sad,
Left to lament losses,
With lots of support,
But owners of vehicles,
Matters not that they hurt.
Community reacts,
“Tut, tut” and “how sad”,
Seemingly forgiving,
Actions wilful and bad,
Leading to carnage,
On roads and highways,
By those feeling invincible,
Before shortened days.
The major road near our house has become Ambulance Way
Dementia sufferers get tired and impatient. Dementia Carers get tired and fatigued..
Dementia sufferers get memory irritable. Dementia Carers get memories frayed through countless repetition that stretches their answers to the level of becoming shredded elastic

He would give a bow wow hiss
And cause his master a deep frown By doing a koalalike John Brown
y ‘koalaing’
Today is the eighth hundredth day of my excursion, with medicinal support, along Diabetes Drive in the management of diabetes 2.
Net Zero a Fiction
Please Chris Bowen
Please don’t shirk
From the reality that
Net zero won’t work.
Not now, not ever
We’ll live to wail
For Net Zero is
A phantom trail,
A dream with mystic
That will send
Us to the wall
With tragic end.
Bowen’s Illusion
There was a minister named Bowen
Whose energy policy has shown
It may be so wrong
But it will go on and on,
Until our economy’s blown
Could I please volunteer my services to assist in crime management for a week?
I would be happy to accept the position of Corrections Minister on an honorary basis and would be willing to volunteer the required 168 hours.
I would have sole responsibility for the corrections process and guarantee that, by the end of that week, there would be a drastic reduction in offending, with recidivism reduced by at least 80%.
My approach would also hold parents fully responsible and accountable for the actions of their offspring.
There would be no discounting of responsibility on the basis of mitigating circumstances or the excuse of race, colour or creed.
There is a remarkable pollie named Bowen,
Ridiculed he stands tall on his own
He’ll withstand the onslaught
T’will all come to naught,
‘Till Australia wears the renewables crown.

Old cars are good.
New cars are not.
I love my old car,
The car that I got,
Decades ago and it runs so well,
New ones cost heaps
And are like empty shells.
New fangled ideas,
Leave me stone cold,
That’s why I love,
My car oh so old.











I think you are both stalwart and very brave to be venturing forth into the world in these hazardous and troubled times. All the very best on your travels, and may God watch over you -and indeed everyone journeying in the world at this time.
You are far braver and bolder than I! I am far too frightened even to contemplate travel. It is bad enough in Australia and in Darwin. An awful headline in today’s Sunday Territorian.
The constant bickering and screaming and fighting and physical altercations towards each other of our next door neighbours.
People begetting babies for the sake of fashion and then handing them over to agencies to bring up.
The ‘dog eat dog’ attitude that has come to prevail within society.
World leaders who are drunk on the ambition to gain power.
YES
MORE LIKELY THAN NOT
FOR HE IS NOT A MAN
TO STOP UNTIL HE’S GOT-
EVERYTHING HE WANTS
AND NEEDS – SO I SAY
THIS BRILLIANT MAN WILL PERSIST
UNTIL HE GETS HIS WAY.
$1000 TO SHOWER: CARE SLUG FOR AGED
exclusive – Julie Cross
Older Australians are being charged more than $1000 to have daily assisted showers over the Easter weekend.
One person was quoted a price of $337.50 per hour for personal care on both public holidays and $202.50 an hour on Saturday and Sunday, which is a total of $1080.
While any kind of call-out on a public holiday engages an extra cost, the new aged care reforms on November 1 have seen the price of basic necessities such as personal care and meals rise exponentially, whittling away people’s funding alarmingly fast.
The Saturday Telegraph has previously revealed how even in normal workday hours a registered nurse can cost up to $320 per hour, a gardener $290, a shower $180 and a domestic cleaner $170.
With the public holiday penalties on top, the double whammy, means people are being forced to go without.
Last week, the Sunday Telegraph launched a campaign, called Care Repair, highlighting flaws in the system which are leaving older Australians worse off. It comes as more than 100 federal politicians have called on the government to fix aged care.
Christina Tsobanis, from Melbourne, cares full-time for her mum Sophie, 85, who needs regular showers to prevent infection due to being incontinent.
Ms Tsobanis cooks, cleans and showers her herself on weekends to save money and now on Thursdays too, after costs soared and she had to cut back.
Due to the long weekend, the next time her mum is due professional care is Tuesday, effectively five days without any help. Ms Tsobanis said if they engaged professional help over the long weekend, it would eat through their funding and not leave enough for the rest of the month.
Others don’t have family who can step in.
In a Facebook support group one member was quoted $270 per hour for personal care on a public holiday.
“ … my shower is half an hour, so $135. I said no thanks. Last shower Thursday morning, next shower Tuesday morning … Ugghhh!” she wrote.
One woman requested care on Easter Monday, but was told by the provider they couldn’t as the $202 per hour fee would “blow the budget”.
Another said she had cancelled her mother-in-law’s shower for Good Friday and Easter Monday to save her package $420.
Many families said they personally assisted with showers on weekends and holidays, because sometimes there were no services available.
A government spokesman said every Australian should have affordable access to services without price gouging and said the Aged Care Quality and Safety Commission had the power to investigate whether prices were unreasonable.
In todays Daily Telegraph and Sun Herald.
Aged Care is about Provider rip-off.
I hope in time karma comes to these greedy ‘people’ who delight in their callous indifference and conniving to extract as much as they can for as little service as possible

My aches and pains
My spontaneous singing at home, when driving, when in the shops and shopping malls and in all sorts of situations.
The worry and frustration I feel with the state of the world
My sadness with the fact that the quality of education is going down the gurgler and trivia is the only thing that matters.
My alarm at the fact that in Australia, Aboriginal Australians are deemed by governments and institutions to be more important than everyone else.
How to make things with their hands.
How to appreeciate undertaking simple yet repetitive tasks.
How to share glory and positives with others without making selfish claims about personal. contributions.
How to say ‘thank you’ and mean it.
How to share good fortune with others.
How to positively appreciate ‘synergy’ and vslue collective orgsanisational. energy.
How to abhor professional balkanisation – the fencing of others out.
How to acknowledge and appreciate the efforts of those who have gone before with the building ad develpment of organisationa – in both philosophical (values) ande structural terms.
How to be bold in decisions making – afte considering the pros and cons hat will impact upon that decision; how to avoid being indecisiveand ‘wimping out’.
How to look people in the eye when speaking face to face or by ‘facetime’ when using a device.
How to speak correctly.
How to show manners in dealing with others
The list could go on for a greater length


And you wonder why people are confused?


YES
MORE LIKELY THAN NOT
FOR HE IS NOT A MAN
TO STOP UNTIL HE’S GOT-
EVERYTHING HE WANTS
AND NEEDS – SO I SAY
THIS BRILLIANT MAN WILL PERSIST
UNTIL HE GETS HIS WAY.





Everything is top quality and the town is blessed to have a bakery of high calibre.
‘The Australian’ would not approve this comment. Relation to the access of people to important landmarks and other pristine aspects of our world’s natural environment. The story’s tenet was that access is easier, allowing people to visit more and more places.
I wrote about access in Australia.
Less and less in Australia as more and more places are forbidden under the sacred sites and traditional owners – First Nations – impacts.
Not approved means ‘that is not right’, or ‘ that must be wrong’.
BUT IT IS NOT WRONG.
IT IS TRUE.






The proof is here.
Two saucepans from a set and both were in excellent condition.
I filled the smaller pot and put it on the gas cooktop to boil.
But I forgot about it and we went out for about an hour.
When we came home and unlocked the door, there was this funny ‘hot’ smell.
I couldn’t work it out but while walking up the stairs, it seemed to become stronger and more pronounced.
I looked into the kitchen and saw this dry almost burning saucepan, bone dry, incredibly hot and sitting atop the gas burner.
IMAGINF HOW I FELT!
Ten days on and I still think about what we could have lost that day. How much different April 1 could have been !!! All I lost was a pot. How lucky was I.
A lesson learned.
Indeed.


Without the excise reduction it would have been $2.59 per litre.






