Nothing arty about this post! Middle child Amber (a chip off the old block I think) has moved a little bit prematurely into a Growing Old Disgracefully modus operandi. Talk about 2020 vision to kick-start a new decade . . . this vision is right through to open air above the totally burnt out kitchen in their totally burnt out, now ex-home in Melbourne.
Although not caused by the tragic bush fires currently spreading throughout Australia ( a mind-boggling disaster that has so far destroyed more than a thousand homes) middle child along with hubby, two children and two dogs now also find themselves homeless, with virtually zero possessions to their name! Their fire was caused by the spontaneous combustion of an electric scooter battery in the garage.
Not sure it is even relevant . . . but being the aged parent of a homeless person does make me feel quite disgraceful!
NB: Middle child Amber, caught out on the footpath at 3am (all 5′ 9″ of her clad only in a shortie robe) did accept a neighbour’s kind offer of ‘bathers’ (togs to us Kiwis) to prevent her taking ‘disgraceful’ a few nudely steps too far.
This brings to mind a rather uninhibited old 1950’s chant we (at Manchester St Primary School in Feilding) used to shout at the kids from opposing Lytton Street School. It started “Lytton dogs stink like frogs in their mother’s bathing togs . . . .” Can’t quite remember what came after that! But do remember very clearly from 1954, our Manchester St School Hall also burning to the ground in the middle of the night. Well that’s a few rather random memory associations, from way back. The brain works in mysterious ways but at least it still works!