A Wednesday Post


Good morning all, didn’t get around to doing a post yesterday thought about it many times during the day but just couldn’t find motivation to do one so you got nothing but today is a new day and I am feeling more motivated to do a post so here we go, in fact I am going to write a couple of posts today. I like to have at least one written and stored in my unposted blog file.

At the moment I am sitting waiting for mum to arrive to get me and Leo and take Leo to school and her and I will go and see my nan her mum. We usually take Leo to school now on Wednesdays in mum’s car before going to the nursing home to see nan.

Mum and Dave are still struggling with little Landon’s toilet training, he is getting better but he is 4 now and still has many times when he either wets or poos his undies, he knows when he wants to go to the toilet but often chooses not to go but as I said he is getting better and more and more days he will go and use the toilet then you have days like yesterday when mum losses it with him as he doesn’t use the toilet.

Mum put him on the toilet twice in the morning when she noticed him acting like he was going to poo, but then he was outside playing with Denni, when she ran inside to tell nanna that Landon was doing a poo in his undies. So mum gets him and can tell he has done it and she was not happy, she lost it with him telling him he knows better and why would he do that. She didn’t smack or anything and she didn’t yell but she was very angry and he knew it, she had to put him in the bath tub to remove his undies and clean him up. Then what does he do, when she goes to the toilet to get toilet paper to pick it up with and flush, she returns to see him trying to push it down the drain, yuck that didn’t help mum’s mood.

Mum is here so me and Leo are off, we drop him at school before going to see nan.

I am now back from going to see nanna and doing some shopping, mum always go to the shops after we see nanna and she usually gets something for Dave for lunch the last few weeks it has been Subway.

I don’t know why but for some reason the woman now sharing nan’s room at the nursing home annoys both me and mum, we don’t like her listening in to our conversations, ok really there isn’t anything she is doing that is annoying but for whatever reason both mum and I feel annoyed when we arrive and see her in her bed.

In other news Natasha has found a private rental place in Cardiff which is 5-10 minutes from me so Blain will be going back to staying with his mum from what I have been told this will make Blain happy, it is a 3 bedroom house with a pick back yard has only a short lease but it is something cheaper then the motel and a hell of a lot more room.

Tim has booked another few days away in the caravan, we will be going to Port Macquarie next month around the middle of the month so Kathy is stepping up and helping out with Leo getting him to and from school the two days we will be away or is it three days can’t remember is we are leaving on the Friday or the Saturday will have to check with Tim about that.

Tim is off work today he has a couple of doctors appointments which has just reminded me that I missed a doctors appointment on Monday will have to ring and reschedule I still had a migraine on Monday which I think is why I forgot, the headache wasn’t as bad as it was over the weekend but it was still there.

Moving on Saturday here was dark, cold and wet and yesterday and today it is very warm, hot even I am in shorts. I wish I could get Leo to wear shorts to school but he says no he wants long pants and of course all his long school pants have torn knees well on knee the left one. I was looking last week for new pants for him but couldn’t find any in his size, I will keep looking. I do, however, has about 6 pairs of school shorts and we are coming into summer so hopefully we can get him to wear them.

Ok that is all from me for this post

Just another Monday

Good morning all how has everyone’s weekend been, mine was spent watching telly and doing nothing much. Saturday was a dark wet day here, when I got up Saturday morning I had to decided whether to get dressed or spend the day in my pj’s, I got dressed it helps make me feel more awake.

Anyway I hadn’t been up that long when I started to get a headache, which turned into a shocking headache, I took soluble aspirin for it and it helped as long as I was sitting still and not moving my head much. Although by 3.30pm I started to feel so bad that I ended up going to have a nap and slept for and hour and half, when I got up I still had the headache but wasn’t feeling as sick. So I stayed up till after I spoke to mum and Tim got home from work then I went back to bed.

Sunday was a much better day weather wise and health wise, it was a lovely day here not cold nor hot and I had all three daughters and three out of four grandchildren here for lunch which was just a pie and chips and Jessica bought the chips from the fish & chips shop near her house so I didn’t have to go out.

Natasha and her dad had a chat, she didn’t talk to me mum but had good chats to her sisters, she is still staying at the motel and says she is looking for somewhere else to live.

The only thing that upset me at lunch was Blain he said that he hates papa (Tim) this upset me a lot and he didn’t get why I was upset, I tried to explain to him that isn’t nice to say you hate your grandparent and that papa loves him very much and would be hurt to hear him say such a thing. I asked him why he hates papa and he couldn’t give me and answer, I think he is blaming papa for him and his mum not living here any more. I have told him that it is his mums decision not to live here and it is not papa’s fault.

I have not mentioned what Blain said to Tim as I know it would hurt him a lot if he knew, so I am not going to tell him, I asked Natasha to talk to Blain but I don’t know if she did or not.

Tim has his motorbike back and running he changed the bulb in his headlight so it is all good now so he will be taking his bike to work today leaving me with my car.

This morning Natasha & Blain turned up for me to pack Blain’s school lunch box and of course Blain and Leo were at first playing around then fighting and Leo was losing it over something I was glad to get him in the car and off to school. I had a talk to him on the way to school about talking back to Aunty Tasha she doesn’t like it and it is disrespectful, he of course didn’t get it he thinks the only way to get Aunty Tasha to listen to him.

Just another Thursday


Here I am starting a post for this lovely dry, somewhat cool Thursday won’t get it finished though as mum will be here soon to pick me up. I have an appointment at Belmont hospital for physio to the left side of my neck and head due to all the pain I have been having. Physio through the hospital is free hence the reason I am going though the hospital.

Tim said he should be able to pick his bike up this afternoon, he gets home from work around 1.40pm so I will drive him back to Toronto to get the bike and then go straight to the school to get Leo who I will let spend another night here if he wants too but he goes back to his mum’s place tomorrow after school as he has been her since Monday night.

For all who are interested I have no idea where Natasha has been staying this week, she tells me nothing but looks like Blain will be living with his dad Monday to Friday and staying with his mum from Friday afternoon to Monday morning. So if this is the case I can see him having to change schools yet again as his dad lives around 40 minutes from here and it is a bit much to expect him or Kelli to drive all that way five days a week.

I pegged all the washing on the line and it feels like it is going to rain, so what to do, should I leave it on the line or throw it in the dryer. I will chance it and hope for the best.

Yesterday well last night to be exact we booked and paid for another cruise this one is to Papua New Guinea and again we are going with my parents their cabin has been booked too and is next to ours. We were talking about it on Sunday over lunch at my parents place and I said I hadn’t been able to find a cruise to Papua New Guinea but after lunch I had another look online and found one so made enquiries about the cruise and now it is booked and paid for. More about this at a later date.

I started this at 10.30am and it is now 4pm and I am now getting around to finishing it partly because I forgot about it when I got home from physio, anyway the physio went well the guy massaged my neck and shoulders as he said I was really tight and could do with a good massage I can tell you he hurt like hell. The guy was ok I wasn’t overly wrapped in him but I didn’t disliked him either. I have been given some exercises and told to go back in two weeks time.

All the washing dried on the line which is good no rain but it is still pretty cool/cold here.

History of New South Wales Police/Deaths


Since the earliest days of the New South Wales Police Force there has been deaths of those who chose to serve starting way back in 1803, with the death of Constable Joseph Luker of the Sydney Foot Police his death was the first recorded death of a member of the Police in Australia. While patrolling on foot at night in Back Row East, Sydney Town (now Phillip Street Sydney), the Constable was attacked and killed. His body was found the following morning with the guard of his cutlass embedded in his skull. Four offenders later faced court, where three were acquitted (including two fellow Constables) and one was sentenced to death (later commuted when three attempts to hang him failed).

However, the first death of a member of the new Police Force formed in 1862 occurred when Constable William Havilland was accidentally shot at Orange whilst returning from Eugowra Rocks, where he had been guarding the gold escort which had earlier been bailed up by bushrangers.


Because of the problems with bushrangers Special Constables John Carroll, Patrick Kennagh, Eneas McDonnell and John Phegan were secretly sworn in as part of a covert operation to capture bushrangers who had shot and killed Constable Miles O’Grady at Nerrigundah in 1866. The four Special Constables were ambushed at night at Jinden (near Braidwood) and killed. Their deaths represent the largest loss of Police lives in a single incident of this type in Australia. Later that year, the Campbell Commission of Inquiry into the State of Crime in the Braidwood District was established. This was the first Royal Commission type inquiry into the NSW Police.

In 1945, the Force also saw the death of Constable Eric Bailey who was shot at Blaney. Constable Bailey was posthumously promoted to the rank of Sergeant Third Class and awarded the George Cross – remaining the only Australian Police officer to be awarded the then highest award for civilian bravery under the Imperial Honours then in force.

In 1963 Constable First Class Cyril Howe was shot and killed at Oaklands after his pistol jammed. He was able to write his attacker’s name in his official notebook before his death. He was posthumously promoted to the rank of Sergeant Third Class and awarded the Queen’s Police Medal for Gallantry. His death lead to the adoption of the Smith & Wesson .38 calibre revolver as the standard Police sidearm in NSW.


Senior Constables Peter Addison and Robert Spears were shot and killed at Crescent Head in 1995. As a result of these deaths, the Glock self-loading pistol was adopted as the standard sidearm for Police. Bullet resistant vests were also generally made available to operational Police.

These are just a few examples of those who have died in the line of duty, as mentioned in earlier posts the New South Wales Police Force have an honour roll of those who have paid the ultimate sacrificed in the execution of their duty.

This official NSW Police Honour Roll records the name, rank, date and a precis of each death which has been accepted as duty-related by the various Commissioners (and Inspectors General) of Police of the day.

Also included on the Honour Roll is the first recorded death on duty of a serving member of any Australian Police jurisdiction.

Unfortunately due to the nature of policing, this Honour Roll will never be complete

The complete list of officers can be found here:


I counted the names and there were 245 on the roll

May they rest in peace – lest we forget.


Stressed and wanting to cry

Do you ever feel like crying?

Do you ever wonder why things have to be so hard, so complicated and so bloody frustrating?

Do you ever wonder why someone cannot see things from someone else’s point of view?

How hard is it to have respect for someone else, and their wishes and feelings?

Lately as in the last week or so I have felt like crying a lot and I am often feeling frustrated and feel like screaming. Natasha doesn’t see things from anyone else’s point of view, she things she does but when I was talking to her this morning and when her dad was talking to her yesterday afternoon it didn’t sound like she could get what he was saying or he get what she was saying.

She would rather fork out money to stay in a motel other than coming home, her dad has asked her to come home but she won’t she says she doesn’t want to come back only to end up fighting with her dad yet again and leaving in a mood saying she won’t ever come back. I don’t get that yes her and Tim fight they are so much alike but I feel like she is being stubborn and because she can’t have everything here her way she would rather not be here.

She really doesn’t get that this is our home and we have the right to have stuff in it, she keeps going on about how much stuff we have in the house and how we need to get rid of stuff because she doesn’t do clutter and mess. When she starts going on about the house I get upset and doesn’t get why.

I know she would be happier in her own house but at the same time she chose to give up her house and move back in here, I do not think she thought it through before she moved home, I told her it is not like she didn’t know what this house was like before she moved home. When she moved home she was talking about being here for years she didn’t even make it through one year before it all fell apart.

In other news Tim still doesn’t have his bike back so I am using Jessica’s car yet again and tonight I have said that Leo can stay here so I don’t have to get up early to go and pick him up from his mum’s to take him to school. This afternoon I have to take him bowling after school then home here for the night Tim should be home around 4.30pm so I don’t mind having him here for the night.

Yesterday was my dad’s birthday he turned 74 and we all went over for lunch well by all I mean me and Tim, Dave and his kids, Sandra and her girls, neither Jeannie or Sue turned up but it was also Sue’s granddaughter Isabel’s birthday so she was at her daughters place for her granddaughter’s birthday.

Friday was my baby sister’s birthday she was 39, like how the hell did she get that old seems like only yesterday she was a baby that I took into my bedroom with me while I listened to very loud music as well as taking her to shops and such with me and now she is 39.

We have two more birthdays this month Sue then Dave and then we are done for the month.

Have you heard of……………Jack Sheppard


I reckon pretty much everyone has heard of the Artful Dodger, a character in Charles Dickens novel Oliver Twist, but how many of you have heard of Jack Sheppard many people believe he was the inspiration for the Artful Dodger, don’t know if he was or not because hell I wasn’t alive back then but anyway I have be inspired to tell you a little about him.

He was born on the 4th March 1702 into a poor family, he scored an apprenticeship as a carpenter and by 1722 after 5 years of apprenticeship he was an accomplished craftsman and it is believed he had only a year left of his training when he embarked on a life of crime.


He was only a small man said to be about 5’4” tall and of slight built which was one of the reason he was able to escape so easy from prisons and shackles. He is said to have a quick smile, charm and a personality that made him popular in the taverns of Drury Lane, this is where he fell in with bad company and where it is said he met a prostitute called Elizabeth Lyon better known as Edgworth Bess.

The first recorded crime he committed was petty shoplifting in 1723 he was, however, arrested and imprisoned five times between 1723-24 but escaped four of those times which made him notorious and popular especially amongst the poor.


His first escape was in 1723 from a new prison in Clerkenwell where he was sent after being detained in St Anne’s Roundhouse where he was being held for pick-pocketing and where when she visited him Bess was recognised and also arrested. They spent a night there but the next morning he filed of his restraints made a hole in the wall and removed an iron bar and wooden bar from the window, then tying bedding together the pair lowered themselves on to the ground. They then climbed over a 22 foot-high wall to make good their escape, wow what a feat remember Jack wasn’t a big man and Bess was quite a large woman.

The following year after being convicted of burglary Jack found himself under sentence of death and was in Newgate prison in those days there was a hatch with a large iron spikes opening into a dark passage that led to the condemned cell. Jake filed away one of the spikes so that it would easily break off and in the evening when Bess and another prostitute came to see him they distracted the guard while he removed the spiked climbed through and made his escape with the help of the women.

He was not free for long though, he may have found it easy to escape but he also found it just as easy to get caught.

His last escape was thought to be is most famous escape, again it was an escape from Newgate prison it was sometime between the hours of 4pm and 1am on the 15th October 1724, he managed to slip off his handcuffs and picked the padlock securing his chain to the floor. It is believed that after forcing several locks he was able to scale a wall and reach the roof using his blanket from his cell he slide down the roof onto a neighbouring roof. He climbed into the house and escaped through the front door still wearing leg irons, he managed to convince shoemaker to remove his leg irons but he was caught again two weeks later.


On the 16th November 1724 he was hung at the gallows at Tyburn it is believed he had planned one more escape but his pen knife that he intended to cut the ropes was found by a prison guard shortly before he was taken from his prison for the last time.

A joyous procession passed through the streets of London, the occasion was as much a celebration of his life and there is reported to have been up to 200,000 people. The procession halted at the City of Oxford tavern so Jack could have a pint before his death.

His slight build had aided his escapes but it went against him with his death he was condemned to a slow death by strangulation, he had planned for his friends to take his body and try to revive him but as it turned out the crowd pressed forward to stop his body from being removed thus preventing any attempt at reviving his body. His badly mauled remains were recovered and buried in the churchyard of St Martin’s in the Fields later that evening.