So, my friend and I went to Vivid last Saturday night at Circular Quay. She is hysterically funny in that dry, laconic Australian way. I texted that my daughter and I were in the loos and wouldn’t be long. She said she would meet us there. I waited and waited and when she didn’t show, it dawned on me that perhaps she was at the facilities at the other end of the Quay. She was! We hugged, comfortable in our embrace as we are both under 5 feet tall. I gave her a birthday gift, which included size 5 (tiny), sparkly slippers. We walked around to the Opera House whilst it was still light and plonked down on the steps. Her daughter and mine got restless, so her husband offered to take them for a walk. We began a two hour chat full of enlightened dribble about my making a fortune off an upcoming YouTube channel featuring my guinea pigs, my filming her Tina Turner impersonation, and becoming her manager, and bursting into musicals whenever we heard key words.

Dusk was coming and the children and her husband still hadn’t returned. “I hope he hasn’t had a hypo,” she remarked. “Shit!” He is a diabetic and could well be disorientated. Fortunately, he sauntered over with the kids, and we went in search of food. We walked to The Rocks, and selected good, nutritious food from the market stalls, whilst the girls demanded pretzels. Us ladies all went to the loo, and took selfie’s (as you do).


My friend laughed, “we are here to see Vivid, this light festival… We haven’t seen a thing in three hours!” I laughed too, and said that when we get together, we have so much fun talking rubbish, laughing and taking bathroom selfie’s that we forget what we are there for.

 She showed me these mints and I am now hankering after the tin.


We saw the MCA and Opera House Lights, and walked around to Customs House, where I captured this.


Our two IVF miracles adore each other, and were happy climbing trees and being together.


Thousands of people were trying to get through Circular Quay by 8pm. Someone sneezed and one of our tribe called out “bless you!” “Thankyou!” came the response alongside thousands of people laughing and smiling at the exchange. My friend’s husband needed something sweet to raise his blood sugar, and so he and the kids had ice cream. We saw hardly anything, but a festival is about the bringing together of people. That is what a ‘happening’ is. This is what Saturday night was.


Seeking Movement and Colour and Life (part 2)

Easter Monday, I needed to escape all the jobs that needed doing. I needed to watch my child have fun, and for her to carry me along in her whimsy. My friend Annette, and her son, were coming along for the ride. At the station I met another friend and her son.

It is like no time has passed when you meet old friends.
It is like no time has passed when you meet old friends.

This lady is a professional dancer, and doesn’t walk through life, she saunters. The horticulturist, dancer and writer boarded the train with their kids, and struck up a conversation with these delightful people.


One of the ladies was a pharmacist from Missouri. I asked where these friends had met, and it turned out it was on a Pandora cruise! Seeing my puzzlement, my new friend Brenda handed us several precious bracelets.


Her late fiancée had bought quite a few pieces for her collection. They were holy. They weren’t  inanimate objects, but relayed stories of times past and dreams yet to be fulfilled. Each bead held a piece of her soul, and were embedded with his devotion. We shared details of  our lives. There was laughter and connectedness.  My dancer friend departed with her son, as did Brenda and her friends.

This was on a stall in the ladies' at Museum Station
This was on a stall in the ladies’ at Museum Station. ‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life! Live!’


At Hyde Park, munchkin wanted to prove how strong she was.


Then she ran into the fountain.
Then she ran into the fountain.


We met a contortionist
We met a contortionist

We also met 'I am basketball man'
We also met ‘I am basketball man’



We wandered into the MCA
We wandered into the MCA


We couldn't resist purchasing some delicacies from this chocolate shop
We couldn’t resist purchasing some delicacies from this chocolate shop





Can you believe this is chocolate?
Can you believe this is chocolate?



















Walking up to Susannah Place, we stopped at many wondrous shops, and admired the architecture along cobbled streets.


We had ice cream and saw more beauty, more colour, more life than we could absorb.  The whole day was unscripted. That is what made it so glorious. There are more good people in the world than bad, and more wonder than you can possibly imagine. I love seeing Sydney through a child’s eyes.