I know an old lady …

Who swallowed a fly

I don’t know why she swallowed a fly?

Perhaps she’ll die!



Australia Day last week and the flies were out in force. Yes, every fly loves a BBQ. Within a few seconds of the snags, or the prawns hitting the barbie (depending on whether you live in Flowerdale or Double Bay)  the ‘meat inspectors’ will be there, from blowies to bluebottles, they are the fair dinkum, true blue Aussies (after snakes and mozzies) and on the 26th of January we saluted them all, bending an elbow, soaking up the sun (slip, slop and slap of course), having a laugh, poking fun at authority and each other. And while we celebrated what is great about this nation we were also mindful that Australia Day for the first peoples of this country is a “sorry” day. One day we will find a better date that we will all be able to celebrate. I acknowledge the hills that embrace us, the creek that flows through us and the Taungurung people, past and present, first people of the district known now known as Flowerdale.