A Terrible Day is Upon Us.

Five years ago I started my Saturday morning the same way that I had started many before that, by driving to the Mentone Aquarium to buy treats for my two turtles, namely Feeder Fish.

Whilst waiting for the sales assistant to bag me up some fish, I gazed lovingly into the Turtle enclosure, like I always did when I spotted a Turtle unlike the rest.

He was light grey, and far smaller than the others. He also had a peculiar look on his face, which intrigued me.

I asked the guy about him and he told me that he was not for sale, he was different to the rest and the staff here looked after him. I left with my feeder fish, and my number in a book incase they ever decided to sell him. 10 minutes after I left, I received a call saying to come back and get him.

I didn’t even think twice and spun an illegal U-Turn and went and claimed my prize, Alby.

I named him Alby as he was so light colored, original right? 

He got along swimmingly (get it, get it) with my other two turtles and they lived a happy life together, often going out on the verandah to bask in the sun, chasing feeder fish around the tank, walking around my bedroom, taking food out of my hand and rising to meet me as I approached the tank.

Over the past 5 years, the other 2 passed away and I was obviously devastated. I thought Alby was in it for the long haul, even after the vet who I took him to after I got him because he didn’t eat as much as the others, told me they probably hadn’t sold him because he wasn’t the picture of perfect health. It didn’t matter, I loved him and he loved me.

I often took him to Treasury Gardens and let him run around in the grass, and he loved it.

He seemed fine when I fed him on Sunday, and he went for a little walk around the apartment. Then, this morning, I woke up, did my stuff and went to wave hello to him and feed the fish that he never got around to eating, who are now massive, and he was dead.

I know, I cant believe it either.

I’m so sad. Turtles live until they are about 150 years old in the wild. Geefa even mentioned my turtles in his wedding speech.

The fish were darting around like crazy this morning, so they obviously knew something was wrong.

I don’t know what happened. He is still in the tank because I can’t bear to look at him, its all too sad. I’ve asked Geefa to come and take him out for me. The Husband isn’t here to do it.

If I cant even manage to keep turtles alive, what hope do I have?!?!!

People tease me because I love my turtles passionately, like people see their dogs as children. Now what do I have?! NOTHING!!! 

Ze Weekend

Over the weekend I babysat Ashleigh-Rose, which turned out to be freaking exhausting.

We also went to the auction if that apartment I mentioned, but S did not love it (he had not seen it previously) so we did not buy it. Oh well, I am sure the right one will come along.

On Saturday I took Ash-Rose shoe shopping, on a mission to find shoes that matched her flower girl dress. What a disaster.

After seeing some silver Guess High Tops (think converse chucks) she was not prepared to try anything else on. Needless to say I did not buy them from her. Plus, they were not even in her size.

She threw a tantrum in Zara because she wanted the leopard print shoes (above) and I said the pink ballerina flats (below) match perfectly.

I even had a random mum helping me out, trying to convince her.

In the end, I got desperate and bought both pairs just so we could get out of there.

I know that I should not let her win, but sometimes it is easier.

On Sunday we had to go to her Tennis training, and her mum had told me to get off the train, and Ash-Rose would know exactly where to go. We get off the train, and she tells me she has no idea, and why should she considering she is always driven.



Long story short, we went to the wrong tennis club, someone drove us to the right tennis club, she missed her lesson but was allowed to join a more advanced group instead.



After her lesson we practiced, and she thinks I am pretty good haha. Anything would impress her.



After that, we had a mission on our hands to find the train station. It took us 35 minutes of walking in the sun (at least I am responsible and doused her with sunscreen before leaving), numerous rest stops, lot's of complaining by her whilst I tried to remain upbeat, but we finally found Darebin Station. Then the train whizzed straight past us and I thought there would be more tears. We did not talk to each other the whole trip home.



I did manage to cheer her up with this sand which from Schnitz though, even after she proclaimed "I HATE THIS SORT OF CHICKEN" before even trying it. As the staff had specially made this schnitzel for her, without any egg, I told her I didn't care and she would freaking eat it.

After 3 mouthfuls she announced that she loved it.

How gross are these potato smiles.

Stuff that I feed her.

After the tennis mission, we took my turtles, Ned & Alby, to the park near Parliament Station and allowed them to roam on the grass and sun bake, they loved life.

I let Ash-Rose take off her shoes and socks and play in the fountain, as all kids should experience this, and she had never been allowed to. She had a blast.

I've also been shopping.

I got this gorgeous Winter Kate silk chiffon dress, which randomly zips up the front of the dress.

It is backless.

Don't mind the wrinkles. My permanent ironer/steamer was not home.



These Gypsy 05 dresses were heavily discounted, just the way I like them.

I think that they will be prefect for Fiji.

I don't have much more to report on, but today we started our fasting period. Oh joy.

Does anyone schedule their posts to show up at a certain time, or just when you write them you post them?