What, with life with a feisty one year old; extra shifts at work; a nasty little virus; clean ups and catch ups; having my online bank accounts cleaned out; packing for tomorrow’s trip to Canberra; arranging a neighbour to look after things while we’re gone; my sisters, their kids and Handsome Joe and his out of the blue, Belgian fiance on their way over this afternoon for a bbq; Linda about to burst a boiler and Eloise down for a rare arvo nap, it’s been a bit hectic of late.
I reckon I’ve got 53 minutes to share a few thoughts. Don’t expect thorough proofreading.
Tell me what you think about this:
The other night at work we had an Art Therapist in to run a workshop (I work in Welfare these days). Afterwards, as she was packing up and heading off, I wished her ‘Happy Christmas’. Pretty natural I thought, this time of year.
She chucked it straight back at me.
‘Actually, happy holidays and happy new year,’ she corrected.
It was an uncomfortable moment.
Now, it goes without saying, I respect everyone’s right to believe and celebrate, or not, whatever they choose. Each to their own. Separation of religion and State; Democratic country; freedom of choice and all that. Love it all. But, I have to admit, I was somewhat stung by her response. I had never met this woman before and offered my words as a genuine gesture of goodwill and peace. I offer similar sentiments to everyone I meet this time of year, regardless of race, religion or football team. It is not meant to be indoctrinative; simply friendly.
As I said, I’ve never met her, know nothing about her past or upbringing and respect her right to believe whatever she wishes. However, I felt my rights were being disrespected in a little way.
What do you think? Has the world gone mad when you can’t offer someone a Christmas greeting? Or am I reading too much into it. Or is that just the Welfare sector?
I was so nervous at Lunch on the last day in Perth I forgot to put baby tomatoes in the salad, while later, nearly forgot to pick up Eloise from Daycare (a fate worse than death).
With the Poms six down and cruising, Stokes doing a Botham, the cracks too wide to help the bowlers, Aussies getting edgy, I feared the worst. I had visions of a stiff upper lip, miracle England victory leading to a huge momentum swing and a 3-2 series defeat for our boys.
Thankfully, my catastrophising was wrong again.
The Poms haven’t been up for the fight. Batsmen haven’t coped with the bounce and our bowlers’ menace and have showed too little grit and application. Too many get out shots when Boycott guts was required. The wickets of Bell and KP have been crucial but at times they’ve looked disinterested. Cook can’t wait to return to the manor.
Besides Broad, bowlers have disappointed. Anderson can’t swing it here and drops his head. Swann’s found it all too hard and has just announced he’s taking his bat and ball and going home. On the one hand this is a selfish, abandoning the sinking ship move, particularly with Trott gone, however when your time’s up, it’s up. Trembles and Bresnan are unfit and shouldn’t have played, particularly when others were raring to go. England’s bowlers have had Australia in trouble in each Test, but haven’t had the desire to finish the job.
Hang on, Eloise is awake and I have to change her nappy.
Back. England’s fielding has been scratchy at best, which is the best indicator of how a team is travelling. Cranberry, or whatever his name is, shows a bit with the bat despite struggling with the bounce, however I wonder if he realised he dropped the Ashes in Adelaide.
Australia, obviously, has dominated all three areas. We knew what we were going to get from Clarke with the bat, however the performances of Warner, who has suddenly found a straight bat, Haddin on a second wind and Watto and Smith in Perth, have had greater influence. Smith’s century will be talked about for years.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Enough said about our bowlers. Mitch, Sidds, Harris (how good is his fielding?!): menacing and unrelenting. Bowling to plans and to maintain pressure. Lyon has taken important wickets. McDermott must take credit.
Sledging? Notice both teams pulled their heads in in Perth? We can win without it.
Well, as said above, we’re off to our nation’s capital tomorrow and then down the south coast on Boxing Day. So, no Test for me. I won’t pretend I’m not shattered.
Happy Christmas. Oops, can I say that?