Car Tally

On my way to the Botanical Gardens with Beth I saw this car parked at Woden. Just as I pulled out I saw the owner walking towards it. A big fella with a blond mullet. *Laughs*

Lynham Collage

I did the painting in response to seeing an old lady in a nursing home, where we sang before Christmas, I tried to capture her total joy at seeing children visit. Her eyes were pinned on the little girl the whole time. I cried.

In reality its only a small painting of 18 x 12". I used the strong colours to bring out the emotions.

Croftys Come To Play

Even tho it was only one day it was good. Went to the Zoo, then the War Memorial and was soaked to the skin with rain, which was refreshing and fun. Hamish is seen here having a nutritios lunch of Cheezels.

The most memorable thing to happen tho was when Simmone went to sit down at church and pulled the pew in front backwards while the people were trying to sit down. At first I was stunned, but then I noticed Simmone could not sit in our pew properly any more because there was no space for her legs. She was kind of riding side saddle in the pew and I just couldn't contain my laughter. I was holding both hands over my mouth but these snickering noises were coming out of my nose. Then Simmone started snickering too and the noise of us trying to contain ourselves got louder. Simmone put her finger in her ear so she couldn't hear me and that made me laugh even longer. But what made it funnier is that the bloke who tried to sit down on the moving pew had recently had both knees replaced but I couldnt tell Simmone because I could not risk looking at her. I wanted to run outside but Simmone couldnt move so I jammed my head hard into the wall so as not to glimpse her. Id have to rate that laugh as the best one for 2008.

Christmas Day

Its been a lovely Christmas Day, not too much fuss. Lovely healthy food. Doing some drawing with Tess and Janice. I'm so tired and malleable right now because I went to midnight Mass at the Cathedral and didn't get home till 2pm. Once I arrived home I hung these little peace tokens on every ones door in my part of the apartments, so I felt like I was being a mother to everyone so they had a surprise in the morning.

Apparently I was on TV last night as 2 people commented and wanted to know what I had in my trolly.

Tomorrow the Crofties arrive and Im looking forward to them coming to play.

Drew

"Let your freak flag fly, and if someone doesn't get you, move on."- Drew Barrymore

Ive been doing this for the past 6 months, the benefits are the funny looks that come your way.

Painting With Will

Its been a big day. Painting and drawing with Will at the Botanical Gardens, made 75 Rumballs and chatting with Serena about the piece I put in the Art For Healing Exhibition. I never realized why I put the chair into the picture before today and the reason I did that was the man who abused me "Brian" (I have actually been able to say his name today) was thought of as a chair, an object not a person. I could never say his name because that would give him power. This is a very powerful form of healing and I am glad I did it with Serena who I have known since I was 5 or 6.

Mum 76

Mums 76th Birthday today.

Remembering her

• The Irish Jig to make us laugh


• How she could make me laugh when I was real crusty by saying "I can see a smile coming, its coming right now"


• Talking like Jack Frost was a real person


• Making a meal out of cigarettes and vegimite on toast


• Sweet smell


• Footprints


• Beautifully shaped hands


• Calling us spalpeens

Christmas

For those of you who don't know I don't do the commercial side of Christmas. No cards, no prezzies although I like the parties especially if there is dancing. I don't like it when someone gets too drunk and they get nasty or behave inappropriately. It scares me then.

Since cutting loose from all that whooha its not as stressful and I really enjoy the time so much more. I'm thinking of going to the 7pm service Christmas Eve at the Uniting Church and then the Midnight Mass at the Cathedral.

Ive made quite a few more dilly bags over the past few days. When does creative energy become Obsessive Compulsive Disorder??

Misty Mawn

Ive been following Mistys blog for a number of years now. She lives in the US and has a great influence on my life. Her post today was of black and white images of family life and from very different angles that you might normally view such scenes. I posted in the comments this piece of writing

"M, love these scenes of domestic life. I live alone and have done for a very long time. I love the way families do, and have, there own unique style. What came to mind is a family who I adore (but now don't see) having a sock room. There were 5 of them and the sock room was a bedroom full of socks on the floor. No sock had a partner, it was all free range. Their family car was where they stored all brushes and combs cos that was the only place they could keep control of them. I think I counted 7 brushes and 5 combs all assorted colours and styles. I always felt a mirthful glow when driving with them.

Your place looks full of love and light.
Love be yours
Kim"

I'm now feeling the urge to write a poem about this sock scene, so applicable to Christmas with the stockings and all...

Creative Surge

For the past two days of holidays I have been in a creative whirlwind, lots of sewing, drawing, singing, recorder and I have written a poem. Ive got this obsession about the dilly bag having words in it. This is the second one I created and this time I am asking people to hang them on a door handle. I'm really enjoying the Fahcsia choir and we sung for the SES in the foyer of the department which had a cathedral ceiling and it was so lovely. Today we are off to sing at a nursing home in Lyneham. I love singing with the oldies and they get alot of joy out of it because you see their feet tapping or their smiling faces. Apparently this time we will be walking around to the dementia patients who are bedridden and I just love this concept.

Picasa

If im not carefull I could sit up all night playing with this free software. It does lovely collages and I fear I never will recover from finding this wonderfull tool. All these shots were taken on my way to work last Thursday.

Bawled

Today at church I bawled twice once when the young ones hosted a Christmas Quiz amongst themselves. A panel consisting of Miss Know it all, Mrs Don't know a lot, Mr Remember well, and Shaun (a person pretending to be a sheep) what made me cry was when Shaun was asked a question and he could only baaa. So a volunteer was asked to help to write up what Shaun wanted to say. What was written is in the pic inserted here. What made me cry is the concept of helping the disabled and the volunteers heart. During this time the congregation didn't know when it was the time to clap. Luckily a little Autistic boy lead the way. He has on many occasions led us to the right time to clap. John, Theresa's husband and I just looked at each other and laughed, because we were too scared to clap in the wrong place.

Then after the kids finished their skit they started singing and it was so pure I cried again and cried more when I saw Jerome, trying to join them but was too scared because he was new. Theresa, sidled up to one of the girls and asked her to go get him and he finally come after so many attempts.

Gurggles

Had an appointment in the city today for the Rhuematoligist. Its been so long since I went there Id forgotten I had to tell them who I was. After an hour and half of waiting the receptionist asked me was I waiting to see someone. Yes I had an appointment at 2pm. Any way it was lovely just sitting there and listening to this little 4 week old baby make gurgles and sucking noises. I don't hear those sounds very often and it was a pleasure sitting there and waiting.

Any way jobs right and I'm now allowed to take the dosage lower until in June 09, if there are no further flare ups then I can go off the drugs. I believe all this forgetting and overdosing is due to my sub conscious telling me that the drugs are not required any more and that I am in a natural remission. I truly believe that I am healed and its because I'm happy and secure, grateful and just full blessed. Thanks Lord.

Champaigne Sapphire

Evie called me over to show me her engagement ring. She told me that when she was adopted from India as a baby, her new father (on the same day) went out and purchased the Sapphire that is now set in her ring. Its a gorgeous yellowish colour and looks great against her skin. Then she told me that her father had given the Sapphire to her boyfriend a year ago and said do something with it. The boyfriend then started designing the engagement ring and presented it to Evie last week. I was crying so much, she said Kim, its ok, its just a ring....

But its not just a ring. Those intentions have been hopeful for about 30 odd years. Ive met her father and he has this wonderful glow and gentleness around him. Bless them all.

I actually purchased a mans ring with two hands clasping when I was about 20 to give to my true love when he arrived. Well he didn't appear until I was 27 and I didn't give it to him until I was 29. I should have realized that when I saw the ring squashed on my mum and dads driveway that he had been taking it on and off as he moved between his wife and kids in Darwin and me in Katherine. Being naive and in love I thought if you loved someone you would never do such a thing....

Broke Up Broke In

Tonight I went to the Irish Club to hang up my Celtic Cords after almost 5 years. I told the choir I am going to leave to go off to play recorder. I told them what a joy its been singing with them when I first came to Canberra during that very low phase and I'm sure it helped in my healing. I thanked them for accommodating my part hopping. Then I said I was about to bawl and ran off into the night.

Every time I feel like this I head for the water and luckily the Tuggeranong Pool is open again so I wollowed in sadness for a couple of hours. But when I got to my front door I couldn't remove my key that was firmly wedged in the lock. So I had to drive to Kambah to get my spare key from my friend LJ.

I'm safely inside now. I thank Godde for the home I have, regardless of these little hicups.

Advent Wall Hanging

After making the Dilly Bag I got all fired up with sewing and made this Advent Wall Hanging. I saw the adorable fabric and just had to have it. By the time Id walked home Id already designed it. Just need a few embelishments to finish it off.

After church I went to a couples house to look at their Art. Botanicals by the lady, and very lovely and of a good quality. The husband does landscapes. It was lovely to experience their home and garden. Its a really nice place with lovely energy and light.

My sister was talking to me about my art and I told her what dad said about my art.... that it looks like it comes from White Cliff Wells (in the NT). They have alot of UFOs sightings there and I reckon its just that everyone there is in the horrors. Anyway she laughed, then I told her that he also thought if I was going to sell my art at the markets then I should take the barby and cook grilled onion, coz that the only way I would be able to get people to come and see... Then she was really started cacklin. Its pretty funny and probably true.....

Ordination

I went to Theresa's Deacon Ordination ceremony. I'm so glad I went. I forget how much I love going out onto the open road with excitement in my heart at what will be there when I arrive. As I was walking into the church Theresa was walking towards me. What a sign hey, I gave her the Dilly Bag right there and then because I knew I might not get the change after the service.

Theresa mentioned to me while I was putting the bag on her right arm about a priest bag so I looked it up on the net and there in Exodus 28.1 - 28.43 is a description of the bag. Not unlike the one I made. She knows her scriptures!

Even though I couldn't see much of the action in the church, I certainly felt it and cried and laughed and shivered and had a hot flush. I was calling it the four seasons. Did I say before that this woman ROCKS????

Gloria, a widow of a previous Bishop, and I were introduced by Theresa. Gloria is a real handful, encouraging me to stand up and take photos and she was climbing over walls and being really kind and funny for me.

I think they are positioning Theresa for something big - shes IS the Golden Haired girl!!!

Dilly Bag

Ive come home from work today coz the cramps are fierce. I overdosed on my Chemo drugs accidentally last Sunday and when you do that it strips the lining of the stomach. Spoze Ive only done it once in 9 years. So should be thankful.

Between sleeps, I'm making a dilly bag for Theresa's ordination tomorrow. Inside it will have the words Faith, Hope and Love and quotes about those things. I hoping to put it on her arm tomorrow. This is the little symbol I have been painting on my cards for the last few months. I don't know how come all I know its Jalbus bag of Faith Hope and Love.

Dancing

So far Ive had two women asking me if I am going to the FaHCSIA Christmas Party. I said yes and that I expect them to ask me to DAAAHNCE. I love watching the reaction on their faces as they don't know where to look and then they start laughin and saying they will. This is where I ask them to formally ask me to dance, like in the olden days. Im going to do up a card now and have their names listed. Keep ya posted incase a bloke asks me....

Boys and Girls

On my way to work this morning, I passed a creche. A mother with a boy and baby getting out of the car. A father with his little girl who was holding her dolly.

Girl trips and falls and saves the dolly. Daddy bends downs to comfort her while her friends through the bars say "are you OK Megan?"

Meanwhile the Mother was attending the baby in the car while the boy came right to the edge of the road and was screaming at the top of his lungs to the guys working across the road on the building site "What are you building?"

It made me smile.

Its Over

Last night when I went to choir practice with Canberra Celtic Choir I couldn't wait to get out of the place. I now know I have outgrown that choir.

Yesterday I also came to the conclusion I'm not doing my yearly pilgrimage to Braidwood any more.

I'm feeling restless, reckless and down right rudderless. I think there might be a hermit phase coming up again.

Songs and Tears

There have been two songs, upon the first hearing made me cry big ploppy drops.

1. Fields Of Gold - Sting

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UppX6vP3c4g


2. Anachie Gordon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2DKkL7UEis

Proud

My FAB Minister Theresa returned from holidays today and told us she has been asked to be a Deacon in the Anglican Church and that she will be around for at least another 5 years. This is fantastic news and Ive been praying for her intentions in this department.

I'm so proud of her. I don't know if I have the right to be, but I am anyway. Mostly when people are proud of someone its like an adult to a child. Or someone at a higher level to someone at a lower level. She has put in the work and I'm sure its not been easy being a pioneering female minister, but shes done it and its only natural she should aim high. For myself Id like her to be the first Catholic Female Priest in Australia. I believe she could do it.

Braidwood Airing Of The Quilts

Fab day at Braidwoods Airing Of The Quilts. I felt the quilts were not up to their usual standard but it was still really nice to see them all. The pick of the mob was this one by Jenny Bowker about the stages of her life. Very charming and thought provoking. Judy and Mary accompanied me there and on the way we were discussing what a taste sensation organic food is. Judy came out with this quote about a soup that was made out of organic veggies "The soup tasted so good that it felt like it was dancing in my mouth"

Mouth Words

My Dad uses these words in describing the mouth or parts there of. The first one makes me smile every time he uses it.

1. Chats - Teeth. "Shes just cleaning her chats"

2. Grill - Teeth at the front. "Hes lost some of his grill" (in this pic Dads plate had broken - hes applying sunscreen before both of us go for a swim and he is very proud of his big scar)

3. Gob - Mouth. "stick that in your gob"

Whats a word that makes you smile?

Pleasant Thoughts

A couple of days ago a friend of mine emailed me at work. In amongst some stuff she used these little emotion statements like *flicks hair* and *sighs*. Its kept my imagination up and running, with a chuckle here and there when I'm alone *smiles* for the past few days.

Imagining - my favorite activity. Esther and I did some drawing after dinner tonight. I always like spending time with this lady because she has a very gentle and creative spirit.

*scratches head* what to write next.

3 times today I have either read or heard the word brave. I remember 3 words on my mothers headstone that we felt described her in a nutshell.

" A Brave Lady"

......*loves*

.............................................................

Mum and I , above, 1964 *yearns*

Sting - The Lowest Trees Have Tops

Funny how you can listen to a song for months and not hear a beautiful line of words.

"the firmest faith is in the fewest words"

from the song The Lowest Trees Have Tops or the other title which I like better, A Silent Love(Words by Sir Edward Dyer, music by John Dowland).

THE lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beggars and in kings.

Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
The turtles do not sing, and yet they love;
True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

Ive been pondering these words over the weekend.

Thinking of times when solid faith had no words in my life

1. When I first believed

2. When I have loved people, others said I had no right to love

3. When I knew I was going to be the one my mother would leave this world with

4. Something big and good is going to happen by the time I am 50. I don't know what, I just know.

Dad

Things that made my day.

1. Dad was wondering who the inconsiderate person in the apartments was playing their music so early in the morning, only to walk out of the bedroom to find it was me. He smiled at me rather than got cranky with me.

2. Dad and I spent a number of hours in front of the computer looking up all the old Jazz artists he has wanted to find again. His eyes have never looked so sparkling blue before.

3. I am so tired I'm straining to keep my eyes open and I love that feeling where I feel I have given everything I have to give and now have not choice but to close eyes and surrender to sleep and dream time.

Treble Recorder - Instrument Of The Heart

This morning I got up real early, 5am. I wanted to do some painting first and then some recorder practice.

Over the past 3 weeks of playing Ive defined what this is all about. It started off as just another thing I can do now that I see with both eyes, then it was to improve my singing and acceptance to "highbrow" choirs, so that was the brain talking.

Then the heart kicked in and thoughts about how I would like to farewell my father when the time comes. The recorder has such a lovely pure sound when played correctly. I spoke with Jo about this and she said you have a nice voice why dont you sing. I said I don't think I could sing at a time like that. The reason being I cant talk when I am emotional and sad at the same time.

So it was a surprise to me this morning when I closed my eyes while practicing and listened to what I was playing the feelings just rolled out. It was so beautiful. Not so much the sounds but the feelings I was able to enjoy. Its hard to put into words, but the outcome is - I know this is my instrument.

I have always had a thing for the Medieval period and especially the music of John Dowland. This is working baby! I also play guitar by ear but its just not the same - no feeling there. I'm also resisting the urge just to play by ear because I really want to learn to read.

The minister last week at St Ninians had a great sermon. In amongst it was a quote by Bach (I think) someone asked him "how do you find so many melodies? He said its not so much about finding them but avoiding stepping on them when I get out of bed in the morning."

Staff net

A few days ago I got a work email from the lady who has been guiding me through the Dyslexia scene asking me to write something that might go on staff net. I wrote something yesterday and ran it past a couple of people to see what they thought. One lady suggested that I ask for anonymity, which I duly did. Anyway they got back to me with a list of questions I was supposed to answer. I sent them a return email and said Im not good with the questions and find it easier to talk straight from the heart and attached a copy of what I wrote.

It will be interesting to see if they use it. But it brings to mind something that I read in the early days of blogging which was something like " If you write for yourself every one wants to read it. If you write for the world no one wants to read it"

Its The Small Things Hey?

Today these are the things that made my heart glow.

1. Jody changed my email contact name to read Nessy! (my nic name) instead of Kim.

2. Jo said "its really nice sharing a meal with you, Kim" I could hear she meant it.

3. My boss drank water because of my prompting and looked so much healthier when I left her today.

What small things make your heart glow?

Virgin No More

Friends, I have big news to tell you. I have attended my first Tupperware party. I kind of thought it was crapsticks and only went along out of loyalty to my friend Doris. HOWEVER, after the lady gave her short spiel I decided I would purchase a lunch set, and because I was a Tupperware Virgin she gave me the jar opener for free. Apparently this gadget makes men redundant. Thats the orange square you can see here.

The other picture is of an unplanned appearance singing with the Wayfarers. My recorder teacher saw me sitting in the crowd and summonsed me to sing. It was fun. Luckily I remembered the words from 6 months ago. Ive so missed singing and plan to get back into it now the dyslexia treatment is over.

24 Hours In Heaven

Back in my lovely Canberra. I don't think I can bear to be away from this place for more than a week. The girls down at Michelles Patisserie needed retraining as they had forgotten if I had sugar or not in my coffee. I'm also very happy because today I brought many plants for my edible garden. Ill insert the photo once I get all the pots set up properly.

Dr Colette Livermore - Author

My friend Colette has just published her book about her time with the Missionaries of Charity as a nun.

Im so proud of her. Ive seen the book evolve over the last 4 years and have so much admiration for her.

For her hope "takes the form of just trying to enjoy what beauty there is. I think you find hope in the people you love and who love you, and beautiful things, and making differences in small ways."

A short interview with her is available at www.youtube.com/watch?v=daqicjVT__M

Laurens 21st

Lauren had two parties, one for the family on the actual date and one a week later for all her friends. The family one was rather low key at the Scattinis place with party around their fabulous pool. This family need a gold medal for hospitality as they hosted all the Crofts and Scotts together and let me tell you that takes stamina.

Here is a pic of one of the many dresses that were totally unsuitable for Miss Crofts dress up party. In the end she conceded that her mother was the most fabulous dress maker and settled for a black and white number, made with love and way cheaper. Simmone and I now know all our taste is in our mouths in relation to 20 something clothing styles. Shes come along way from the girl guide outfit tho.

Laurens second party was very Sex In The City style with allot of glamorous young girls in stilletto's. I was surprised at the amount of shoes she recieved as presents. They partied on till 2:30 am then off to the Base (what I used to call the disco). Lots of prezzies, hangovers and helium.

Her brother got suitabaly smashed in honour of his big sisters day. I think I might rename him octopus because he was clinging to everyone. Come to think it wasnt really a cling but more of a drape.

Up Up And Away

First signs of Territory behavoir set in when I boarded the plane in Adelaide. As soon as the plane leveled out this guy started ordering two cans of beer at once. I was thinking this is going to be nice... somehow he behaved the whole flight so that was a relief.

Dad cooked us all a barby for breakfast - from that point on the sandfly bites kept me busy for the next 7 days.

Nightmares

Ive been screaming every nite, so I am told, since arriving in the NT. Last night dad said he heard me screaming "I don't want to die" that must have been when I woke up tangled in the curtains with my ipod earplugs wrapped around my neck. Its so embarrassing. It stops me from going and staying at peoples houses that don't know me very well. No one ever checks on me anymore to see if I am really dying. Drama queen.

Global Gossip

Here I am back in the tropics. Sweltering of course. Its been a mad 5 days. My nephew drove me back to Katherine (320Km) in his V8 Statesman only thing was is that there was no air conditioning and the back windows didn't wind down and traveling at 140-160kmh with the smell of petrol in 40 degree heat was a bit concerning for the first 5 minutes anyway. I look so attractive with my windburned lips and hair like a strawman. What we do for love hey?

Speaking of love I caught up with my first two loves in Darwin. How cool is this? I decided I would go to the Parap Markets to get sticky rice, paw paw and mangoes and as I was coming around the corner I literally bumped in to Jurgen. I was so over the top emotional that he had a white glow around him and all I could see was his lovely soft brown eyes and I thought he wasn't wearing glasses any more, but in reality he was as he told me later he cant see anything with out them.

The ladies toilet mirror at Adelaide River....

Graduation from Dylexia School & Enrolment in Recorder School

I am a fully fledged SEER now. Im so happy that I have normal stereo and depth of field vision again after 40 odd years. It has been proved to me that I am speedy sequencer and I now do problem solving as a matter of course and my brain no longer suppresses the images coming through the right eye. It was a long and exhausting journey, with many depressions and mounting highs as the weeks progressed. When I graduated I immediately went to Judys place and picked up my treble recorder and two books to take on holidays with me. I though bugger it Im not backing off now and resting, Im going hell for leather to learn the music and maybe one day proper voice methods cos I want to have groups of people come for fun sing-a-longs to my place.

I'm like a monkey with quintuplets, not knowing know whether to read, paint or play recorder first.

I also went back to the Art for Healing Exhibition and Elizabeth was there. I asked her about the quote regarding the precious names. She said "Kim those beautiful words were on your evaluation sheet". I must have been way overstimulated that day because I don't remember writing them. Come to think of it most of the beautiful and profound words I come out with I don't remember. I believe that's Godde talking and that's why I don't remember them.

I sent a text message today to a friend who would like to sound more Ozzie. At first when I met her, I shut down because of her American accent ( I know thats descrimation and wrong), but once she started talking I just loved what she was saying. So now I don't want her to loose it. I wrote in the message "I believe something beautiful will be lost if you change the way you say heart or hearty. I makes me sad to think that may happen." So no more descrimination from me about accents. Its through love I learn stuff.

Art For Healing Exhibition

This was much harder than I expected... Going to this exhibition. I really wanted to spend time with each piece but it was too confronting. Comments about the course from the participants evaluation sheets were read out including these " It enabled women survivors to work more on boundaries" and "Their connection with the art therapist and the Canberra Rape Crisis Centre counsellor was indicated as "two precious names in my healing journey." The last quote I almost cried when I heard it. I left there wondering who wrote it. I suspected the boundary one was from my form.

One of the two people Id invited turned up. Theresa Angert-Quilter the most fab minister, in a lovely pink linen shirt. Have I said before that this woman ROCKS!!!!? Luckily Melinda and Elizabeth who were in my group were there and I felt safe then. And Aileen Mahoney and Elizabeth Burn who ran the course welcomed me. Aileen cried when I gave her the card (the St Ninians Jalbu). She said she was going to treasure it for ever. Inside the card I said that her body language told me that she was excited by what I was doing and that she had seen Jalbu coming a long time before I did. After a short time I started having a hot flush, but it didn't stop it kept coming and I had to leave as it was all too much for me.

Jalbu Goes To Market

These are the first batch of cards I am sending out to the public. They are for the fete at St Ninians while I am in the NT. Its taken alot of work to put the ribbons around them but lovely at the same time as I said prayers for the people and the church. 90 cards in all. I kept 10 for myself.

Beth and Peppi Rupert

Madonna and child...

Beth my next door neighbour was downing her sorrows the other night and after a bottle of wine went out an purchased a pup. Next morning she confesses her bad decision to which I said "I have no problem with you having an animal but it wouldn't be fair to the pup" I am soooooo glad she ignored my spiel and kept the pup anyway. He is really gorgeous and I baby sat him for 2 hours today. I do admit that he looks like a black blob but he has so much attitude. Beth is frightened about what the body corporate migh say but I said well, with you and me being executives I don't think we need to worry. We might even make Peppi an executive to balance out all the other bitches.

Max - Fab Branch Manager

When I had my meltdown at work I went to Max and cried pathetically and told him I refused to go back to that helpdesk. He was lovely to me and had the tissues at the ready. I suspect that Lancelot's his second name as well.

So last night I did this card for him because hes been away for 2 months and I must admit I was a bit concerned that he had left me all alone. Ive tried to see him for the past two weeks but hes never in his office. I just want to give him a happiness rating before I go on holidays and thank him for his support through this Dyslexia treatment.