Chapter 10: Peter Clifford's Journal (1999)
by Jen Jolley
A Wedding and a New Beginning
W-Day 2 January 1999
Although I didn't intend to write tonight, the opportunity has come up
while Ali's in the shower. I want to record everything so I don't forget
a single detail. When Ali saw this journal the other night, she said she
wanted me to keep it up. She enjoyed reading my very first journal from
BallyK that I gave her to read. It's where I recorded my first impressions
of the village and it's inhabitants.
She said that she'd love to read my other journals as well, but only
if I'm relaxed about it. She now wants to meet Brendan, Quigley and the
rest of them. She accused me of exaggerating when I wrote about what Liam
and Donal got up to. She said nobody could bungle so many jobs and still
stay employed. Ali also thinks that priests such as Fr. Mac should be sent
back to the seminary regularly for retraining. I think she's in for a shock
if she does get to meet them.
Our special day went very smoothly. It was warm and sunny but not too
hot. Alison rang me this morning to see how I was. I found out that the
girls had a good time doing silly things, but they didn't stay out late
either. However Sarah was a bit worried about David, and rang Alison to
tell her that he'd had woken up with a headache, so Ali was wondering how
I was. I reassured her that Rick and I had been very careful last night,
and I felt fine, but that a certain potplant may not be feeling that well.
David was OK by early afternoon. He collected Steve and I, and drove
us to the church in plenty of time. It was strange participating in a wedding
from the other side this time, especially when I could nearly recite the
whole service off by heart.
The 20 minutes before Alison arrived felt like the longest of the whole
ceremony. I caught Rick's eye while we were waiting, and he seemed to be
saying, 'Hang on there, she'll be here soon, you know what women are like'.
Steve was a great support too, whispering a few funny comments about people
as they came in. It relieved the tension as we patiently listened to one
of Alison's friends play a Mozart flute solo.
I exchanged smiles with Phyllis and John when they came in. "Won't
be long now", Phyllis squeezed my arm as she whispered in my ear. The organist
struck up Bach's 'Allegro from Brandenburg Concerto No. 4. The music was
both soothing and exciting, but it didn't diminish my anxiety.
I felt time was finally moving on when Lorraine was escorted to her
seat by Ben, who was one of our ushers. The organist had now begun to play
'Air' from Handel's water music, our last piece before Ali arrived. However,
the organist seemed to be repeating it. Was there some delay? I looked
across to where Rick was standing, but he didn't seem concerned.
Just as I discretely checked my watch for the umpteenth time, and was
wondering if the battery was going flat, the organist struck up the "Trumpet
Voluntary", (also called 'The Prince of Denmark's March'). I looked over
my shoulder and felt my legs turn to jelly when I saw HER on Geoff's arm.
She was silhouetted against the light coming through the stained glass
window above them. They were framed by the arched entrance and made a stunning
picture as they stood there for a moment. I think our photographer may
have recognised the beauty of the moment too, and captured that shot.
There was a lump in my throat as I watched her walking towards me on
Geoff's arm, and the music built up to its climax. Alison
looked absolutely stunning; I don't know who was more proud, Geoff
or myself.
Little Chloe, in a long white frock and carrying a basket of flowers,
was in front; but I was only vaguely aware of her. I swallowed with difficulty,
and tried to smile as I could see Alison now, although her face was partly
blurred by the transparent veil. The whole effect was ethereal. Her dress
was off the shoulder, with some type of lace trim around the neckline.
With the veil, the dress fell into a long train behind her. I'm so glad
she found something so stunning for this special day. I could feel tears
welling up, and swallowed hard.
Sarah and Fiona followed behind, in dresses similar to Alison's, but
in the same blue colour as the men's shirts. These details I only noted
later, because at the time I only had eyes for my bride. When Alison came
level, she looked across and smiled. My legs were having trouble holding
me steady, and nearly gave way from under me. I felt a pain in my chest;
so deep were my emotions at that moment, as the tumultuous music died away.
"Who gives this woman to be married in Holy matrimony?" Rick asked
in a clear voice.
"I do", Geoff replied proudly, and he laid Ali's hand on mine, then
sat down in the front row next to Lorraine.
I squeezed Ali's hand gently as it lay on my arm, and I could feel
all her love radiating towards me.
The ceremony continued in the time-honoured tradition of most English
speaking churches. I promised to take Alison Jane Gibson to be my lawful
wedded wife, to love, honour and cherish her….. She promised to take me,
… 'til death do us part.
When I lifted her veil, her eyes shone with love and happiness, as
I'm sure mine did too. We kissed briefly, then proceeded into the sacristy
where we signed the necessary legal documents, and had them witnessed by
our attendants. While we were doing this, two friends from Alison's band
sang 'Amazing Grace' and 'Ava Maria'. We could hear them clearly from where
we were. It was all very beautiful and yet seemed to pass as if in a dream.
I'll never hear either song again without reliving those moments.
Rick's homily was short but to the point. He advised us to never go
to sleep on an argument or in anger; to be open and honest with one another,
and to always put each other first, ahead of work and other commitments.
Then it was all over. It's a lot of pomp and fuss, but that's what makes
it special. I can't remember everything about the actual ceremony. I'm
glad we agreed to have someone video it so we can see it all again later.
Ali took my arm as we turned around to face a sea of smiling faces.
We slowly proceeded back down the aisle to the triumphant strands of the
traditional "Wedding March" from A Midsummer Night's Dream by Mendelssohn.
I could see the smiling faces of all the friends I'd made over the last
months, as well as Alison's relatives and others. They were all clapping
and wishing us well. The rest of the party followed as the organ switched
over to the lively sounds of 'Toccata' by Widor. I really missed you terribly
at that moment, Mum. I wish you and Dad could've been here to share this
special time with us. That's probably the only cloud on this perfect day.
I'm so thankful Steve was able to make it.
We stopped at the top of the church steps, to give those who wanted
to, the opportunity take some photos. I was so full of happiness, I would've
agreed to anything. I felt very emotional at the same time; I couldn't
quite believe it was all really happening to me. As we moved down the steps,
some girls from Alison's class lined up and formed a Guard of Honour. It
was a lovely gesture, and I'm glad we organised to have a couple of photos
taken with them.
Two white cars decked out in ribbons drove up in front of the red carpet
that had been rolled out for the occasion. I helped Alison into the back
of the first one as cameras flashed. I then helped Chloe into the front,
making sure her seatbelt was carefully adjusted, before joining Alison.
Fiona gave the little girl some last minute advice about behaving properly,
then we were off. Behind us the other attendants were getting into the
second car, which then followed us to the reception.
It was nice having a few moments to ourselves. I told Alison how much
I loved her, and how gorgeous she looked. She said that I looked OK too.
We both agreed that the ceremony had gone off very well. We laughed at
how our littlest attendant had started to get bored during the homily and
turned around to ask Fiona how much longer. Actually she'd been very good,
and at the time we were talking, she was busy chatting up our driver (Alison's
Uncle Jack) to make sure he knew where we were going.
The drive didn't take long. The rest of the bridal party was in the
car behind us, with the photographer following close behind them. This
time we had photos taken in the garden, while our guests were being served
hors d'oeuvres and drinks in the shade of a large Manchurian pear tree.
Again, a lot of fuss, but I know the day will come when we'll look back
on today, and be glad we have a good record of it all.
Soon it was time to circulate amongst our guests. As most were Alison's
friends and family I followed her around. In some cases I was meeting them
for the first time, so it gave Ali the chance to introduce me.
At about 5.30pm it was time for us to sit down and be served a simple
seafood entrée. From our position on the front table we could see
all our guests. There was a general buzz of happy conversation as people
were settling down and being looked after.
Between courses we circulated and tried to make sure we spoke to every
guest. All too soon it was time for the speeches. John had agreed to be
MC, and in many ways he was the ideal choice. He has the ability to keep
proceedings rolling along smoothly, and is able to talk well and hold everyone's
attention. Also with Phyllis, he's the person who knows both Alison and
myself longer than most. He spoke very briefly about his relationship to
our family, and described the first time he'd met Stephen and I; when we'd
come home together from Primary school, while he was visiting our home.
He's known Alison nearly as long, and was able to relate a few funny incidents
from her early days.
It was then over to Geoff as the host, and he told a few stories from
the Gibson's point of view. After dessert it was over to Steve, and of
course being a professional entertainer, was able to keep the 'audience'
amused with quite a few stories of what we'd got up to as children. He
told of how he'd first heard about Alison, and made a joke about how fast
our relationship had developed. He then read out a number of messages from
people who'd been unable to come. They included some from a number of our
relatives in England, as well as a couple of Alison's friends who were
away. Steve then proposed a toast to Alison and I, to which I responded
in the usual way.
While listening to all the messages of good will that were sent to
us, I wished I had contacted Brendan and Michael Ryan in BallyK. I just
hadn't been able to bring myself to do it. I don't know what they'd think
about me getting married now. Maybe it's better to tell them in person
next year. I could write to them and let them know I'm in Australia first,
then later I could tell them my other news.
After the speeches were finished, it was time to cut the cake. Alison's
aunt had done a brilliant job in decorating it. She'd matched her decorations
to the flowers the girls carried, and had successfully captured the colours
of the girl's frocks in the ribbons that cascaded down from the top tier.
The final cake consisted of three heart-shaped cakes of different sizes.
The smallest one was at one end, standing on four tall pillars. It's ribbons
flowed down to the second one that stood on four shorter pillars. It too
had ribbons that spread elegantly over the largest cake, which was at the
bottom. The whole effect was of a waterfall rippling downhill. A lot of
the guests were very complimentary. Auntie Susan beamed with pleasure when
people came over to congratulate her on her work. There's no doubt what
we wished, as we pushed the ribbon-clad knife into the cake together.
Some of the tables were moved to the side then, and the band that had
been playing quietly in the background earlier, started up a Bridal Waltz.
I took Alison into my arms, and hoped that Steve and David wouldn't take
too long to join us. In a short while the whole floor was full of dancing
couples. I smiled at Alison and told her again how much I loved her. I
felt that it would be impossible to be happier than I was at that moment
with Alison in my arms.
I was amused when the band's singer started to sing the 1960's song,
'The wedding'. I haven't heard it for years. It goes something like:
You by my side
that's how I see us,
You by my side
happy and smiling
We're on our
way to say I do;
My secret dreams
have come true.
I see us now,
you're hand in my hand,
Your folks and
mine, happy and smiling,
I see the church,
I see the steeple
I can't remember all the words correctly, but it was a nice choice
of song. She later continued with a medley of songs from 'West Side Story',
including "Tonight", "One hand, One Heart", "I Have a Love" and "Somewhere".
It was all very romantic and added something special to this day.
After the official dances were over, we moved to one side, and with
Fiona and Sarah's help we unwrapped all the gifts we'd been given, being
very careful to attach all the cards to the appropriate gift. Lorraine
and Phyllis have promised to look after them for us until we get back from
our honeymoon.
At about 8.30 or 9 o'clock we felt the time was right for us to leave.
We'd changed into some casual clothes, leaving our wedding finery behind
for Lorraine to mind. Sarah had picked up a packed 'Henrietta' from my
house this morning, and had driven her out to the Gibson's where Alison
had added her things. She was now standing ready to take us from our reception
on our honeymoon.
We weren't at all surprised to find the words 'Just married', written
over her in shaving cream. I wiped it from the front window for safety
reasons, and decided to remove the rest when we'd got a bit further away.
We climbed in and waved to everyone as we started to drive off. There was
a terrible clanking noise which gave us both a fright, until we realised
what it was. We both laughed when we saw that carefully hidden beneath
the car had been a number of empty tin cans. Very original!!!! They were
tied together, so we decided to drive down the road and then remove all
the incriminating evidence before we hit the city streets.
Once on the open road and away from the festivities, I got out my trusty
pocket knife and proceeded to cut all the strings that had attached the
clattering tins to the rear of the car. Alison found an old towel and removed
the rest of the shaving cream. When we were back inside I drew her in my
arms.
"Well that’s it then," I said, as I kissed her gently on the forehead.
“It's too late now to change your mind," I informed her.
She squeezed my arm and suggested we get away to our destination quickly,
before any guests left and decided to follow, or try something else. I
hadn't thought of that.
I'd booked the Bridal Suite in one of Canberra's large hotels. We'd
both just packed a small bag for tonight, so that we could leave our main
luggage undisturbed in the car. We'd reasoned that it saved unpacking everything
for only one night.
The hotel was very wasn't far away. We drove up to the front entrance
where the doorman welcomed us, and took the car keys, passing them onto
a driver to park our car. We were directed to the reception area, and 10
minutes later found ourselves in our room. It was very nice, with a balcony
that faces east, and gives a fantastic view across the city.
We'd had more than enough to eat and drink. All we both wanted was
to go to bed, and eventually to sleep. Alison sat patiently while I carefully
pulled out numerous pins that had held parts of her hair in place. I really
enjoyed this task. Her hair is so fine and beautiful, and to handle it
like that gave a warm sense of intimacy.
(Continued Next Morning)
While I was in the shower last night, I heard Alison squeal. I turned
the water off and managed to grab a towel to see what was
wrong. She was standing in the middle of the room, holding up her nightgown.
Standing on the carpet she was completely surrounded by a sea of confetti
that had been carefully hidden inside the garment. Hopefully the cleaners
will be understanding tomorrow; but anyhow by then we should be well away.
A few minutes later when Alison tried to put the garment on, she found
that it had been carefully sewn up across the bottom with tiny stitches
in the same coloured thread. I could see that she was upset. I tried to
reassure her that she didn't need to put anything on anyway, as it would
only be on for a few minutes, and it wasn't exactly cold. I could see that
she'd gone to a lot of trouble to chose something beautiful and special
to wear, so I did understand her disappointment. We laughingly agreed that
we now had a few months to try and come up with something even better,
to repay Sarah with.
I just want to end by telling you that making love in a luxury hotel
is just as wonderful as in our own home. Knowing that we can finally sleep
together every night for the rest of our lives is just fantastic. Assumpta
once asked me, “Do you ever want what you can’t have?” At the time there
was one thing I particularly wanted, which was completely out of the question;
her of course. I was never able to have her in that way, but now I have
everything I could possibly have wished for, and more. I don't think a
day will go past that I don't thank God for the way I've been so richly
blessed.
Sun, 3 January
I don't think I'll ever live down the faux pas I made this morning. I'm
still cringing and feeling very embarrassed as I write it down now; although
I expect that one day I'll be able to laugh about it. I still don't know
how I never noticed it. I don't use my credit card very often, so I suppose
I just didn't notice the error.
It was nearly 8 o'clock when I got up this morning. I must've been
tired because I didn't hear Ali getting up half an hour earlier. By the
time I woke, she was just stepping out of the shower.
"Good morning", she said brightly as she came over. "I was going to
suggest a swim before breakfast, but you looked so exhausted, I thought
I'd just have a shower instead."
"Hmmm. I can think of something even better than a shower to wake me
up," I replied, beckoning her over. We snuggled up together and discussed
what we should do. As we had a long drive ahead of us, having already booked
this hotel in
Melbourne, the sensible thing was to get up, have breakfast and head
south as soon as possible. There was no point in hanging around Canberra
any longer.
With such a fantastic view from the balcony, we couldn't waste it.
So we ate breakfast while watching the early morning activities on the
lake. After that it didn't take us long to pack our small bags and ride
the lift down to the reception where we had to settle our account.
I handed over my credit card without giving it any thought. I was a
bit puzzled when the receptionist who took it, looked at it twice, then
glanced at me before passing my card to her colleague.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, wondering if I'd missed an expiry
date or something.
"No, not really, Father." She replied as she scanned it. She was grinning
as she handed the card back to me. I almost snatched the card out of her
hand, and looked at it.
"Oh, no." I exclaimed as I saw the title 'Fr. Peter J. Clifford' with
my new correct address below it. "It's a mistake", I tried to explain.
My face was bright red, and felt flushed, as if I had a raging fever.
"I…..I'm not a priest", I started. "I…I've just got married,"
I implored, "..to my wife here".
Alison was no help. She was unsuccessfully trying to hold herself in
check, but was nearly doubled over with mirth.
I caught sight of Henrietta who'd been brought up for us.
"I see our car is ready", I said with as much dignity as I could muster.
I started to direct Alison out. "Thank you very much for a
lovely stay," I threw over my shoulder at the amused couple behind
the counter, as I ushered Ali towards the car. I was trying to make our
getaway as quick and unobtrusive as possible under the circumstances.
"I think this beats all the stories we heard yesterday, Peter," she
said, grinning from ear to ear once we were safely in the car.
"Yeah, I know, and you're going to make sure everyone hears about it,
aren't you?" I said sheepishly.
"Well, what are you going to give me not to tell?" she asked, still
laughing.
"I'll think of something before we get back," I replied.
I thought about it a lot during the long drive south. I'd checked the
new card carefully to make sure the address was correct, but I’d obviously
missed that they hadn't changed 'Fr' To 'Mr'. The worst thing about this
mistake is that I might have even further damaged the reputation that priests
have at the moment in some people's eyes. Will I ever be able to throw
off all this baggage I still carry with me from my previous vocation? Maybe
no-one ever does. I suppose, if I'm honest with myself, there's a lot of
experience I gained by being a priest that I wouldn't like to have missed.
Things that have made me who I am, that I wouldn't want to change.
The rest of the day passed without any further incidents. It was a
long drive, made a lot more enjoyable by having Ali's company. Most of
the 700km was through gently undulating pastoral countryside. Being mid-summer,
the grass has all dried off to a pale straw colour, and there are warnings
everywhere to be careful not to start any grass or bush-fires.
We ate lunch on the banks of the Murray River, on the Victorian / New
South Wales border. This river is the largest river of
Australia's largest river system. It was lovely being able to relax
together in each other's arms, just contemplating our future together.
The last 300km of the journey was all freeway, so we reached Melbourne
about late afternoon.
Even with air conditioning, it was still a warm drive, so we decided
to go for a refreshing swim in the hotel's pool, before dinner.
When we carefully open our cases, being better prepared than last night,
we found more confetti. We shook out as much out as we could onto a newspaper.
I think all these little coloured circles will be around for awhile to
remind us of our wedding and our 'kind' friends.
The hotel's pool was in a pleasant, but artificial setting. There were
palm trees planted in large tubs, in an attempt to create a tropical atmosphere.
However the water felt cool, and after sipping some delicious cold tea
we revived and decided to explore outside the hotel for our evening meal.
I felt quite confident and at home here, having been in the same part of
Melbourne only a week ago with Steve.
When we were ready, I caught sight of both of us in the large mirror.
I'd never appreciated how well matched we were. I think we make a very
nice couple together, and I felt very proud of my wife. Ali looked stunning
in a short cherry red dress, with a transparent black shawl draped loosely
across her shoulders. She'd swept her blonde hair back and held it in place
with a matching clasp. I thought her lovely appearance warranted an especially
nice restaurant to show her off, so I chose the same one Steve and I had
gone to last week.
Day 2, Mon. 4 January
We spent this morning traipsing around the 'Southgate' area, seeing some
of the things I hadn't seen with Steve. We explored the renovated docklands
area, and inspected the old iron barque, the "Polly Woodside" which was
rescued from rusting away in one of the abandoned wharves about 20 years
ago. She was built in 1885, and made 16 voyages around Cape Horn before
being used extensively in Australian waters. Today the ship is the main
exhibit of Melbourne's Maritime Museum.
After lunch we took a relaxing cruise on the Yarra River, that has
been described by some, as a river that flows upside down. This is due
to the large amount of sediment it carries sometimes. From our boat we
saw what is reputed to be the busiest trading Port of the southern hemisphere,
the historic Victoria Dock.
Later we travelled upstream, where we could see the Royal Botanic Gardens,
and a number of famous sports grounds including the National Tennis Centre
and Olympic Park, the site of the 1956 Olympic Games. The flags of the
MCG, where Steve and I had watched the cricket last week, were visible
in the distance.
We finished the day by walking along some of the 'Melbourne's Golden
Mile Heritage Trail' that links some of the city's key historic buildings.
I still find it amusing how in this young country, anything over 100 years
is considered old. There's almost nothing that's more than 150 years old.
For dinner tonight we chose the Colonial Tramcar Restaurant, which
is a tram that takes diners on a three hour tour of Melbourne. While being
presented with a very fine selection of food and wine, we were entertained
by an interesting history of all we saw.
Day 3, Tues. 5 January
We spent the whole of today up in the Dandenong Ranges, which is on the
eastern outskirts of the city. There were a number of large gardens to
choose from, but we opted for a walk through the more natural William Rickets
Sanctuary that Alison remembered seeing when she was a small girl.
The park consists of several hectares of native bushland with lots
of exciting paths weaving through it. We were able to stroll
comfortably hand in hand, exploring the myriad of sculptures that appeared
around every corner or bend. They were all of indigenous Aboriginals and
native animals that had been created to look as if they were part of the
natural surroundings. They seemed to grow out of the tree trunks and branches,
or be part of the rocks that were scattered through out the park. It was
very peaceful and cool on this hot day. Although the sculptures were manmade,
they looked as if they'd always been there as part of the natural landscape.
We both sensed an atmosphere of spirituality there, and it had us conversing
quietly in hushed voices in case we disturbed these spirits.
After a relaxing morning tea, we headed for the Belgrave Railway Station
where the atmosphere was far from quiet. Ever since she had missed out
as a child, Alison had always wanted to take a ride on the quaint little
steam train Puffing Billy, that runs for fifteen kilometres from Belgrave
to Emerald Lake.
So we joined hundreds of children and parents doing just that. The
train travels at a snail's pace, as it winds around the hills, and crosses
bridges that span deep gorges; blowing thick black smoke as it gathers
steam to reach the top of some of the inclines. The panoramic views across
the valleys below were terrific, as was the sight of the moist forest and
wonderful fern gullies that we passed through. We had a late lunch at the
lake, then rejoined the train for it to take us back to Belgrave.
It was a truly interesting day. We could easily have spent several
more days here in Melbourne, but now we know that there's lots more
left for us to see whenever we return.
Day 4, Wed. 6 January
We left Melbourne behind today; driving west via the tall Westgate Bridge
towards Victoria's second largest city, Geelong. It's less than an hour
from Melbourne and lies on Corio Bay. On the way we passed a sign to the
small town of "Little River", and we wondered if it had given rise to the
name of the famous Australian rock band, "Little River Band".
Our plan was to drive along the 230 kilometre length of the famous
Great Ocean Road. This road was started in 1919, to give work to the many
ex-servicemen who'd returned from the First world War without jobs to go
back to. It was quite a feat, and took them ten years to complete.
The road hugs the cliffs as it snakes along the southern shores of
the continent. Our tourist brochure described it as "one of the
premiere coastal experiences in the world", and after driving along
it today, I have to agree. The road starts at the town of Torquay, near
the world famous Bell's Beach, which is on the international surfing circuit.
It hosts a large competition every Easter, and is also home to the "Surfworld
Museum", which claims to be the largest surfing museum in the world.
The road continues on through Angelsea, to Airey's Inlet, an old settlement
that was nearly completely destroyed in the Ash
Wednesday bushfires in 1983. Along the whole section of this road we
were rewarded with spectacular scenery and marvellous views across the
ocean. At Lorne we stopped for lunch at one of the small cafes that are
surrounded by numerous boutiques. Being the busy summer holiday season,
all these shops were well patronised, so we weren't sorry to leave them
behind, and continue on our journey west.
After lunch the road became very windy, but the magnificent views continued.
Thankfully there were lots of lookout spots where we could stop to savour
the views and take photos. We stopped overnight at Apollo Bay, which was
first established as a whaling base. After finding our motel, we had enough
time for a drive through the Melba Gully State Park to admire the 300 year
old Mountain Ash eucalypts. We followed the directions for a short walk,
that took us through the lush rain forest. Some of it consisted of a raised
board walk and viewing platform where we discovered evidence of the glow
worms that live in the forest.
Day 5, Thurs. 7 January
Today we continued on westwards on the same road, although it wasn’t as
spectacular and close to the ocean as yesterday. We stopped for lunch at
Port Campbell National Park, where we viewed "The Twelve Apostles". They
are the famous offshore 'stacks' that were left standing after the softer
rock was eroded away by wind and wave action. After we'd photographed these
spectacular formations, we drove further along this rugged coastline that's
been responsible for at least 25 shipwrecks.
At Loch Ard Gorge we climbed down the steep cliff steps and saw where
in 1878, the clipper "Loch Ard" was wrecked, killing all except two survivors.
A well known landmark there is 'London Bridge', which was a double arch
until 1990, when the second arch broke off, leaving only a stack on the
end. A tourist climbing on the arch at the time, was lucky to have been
able to jump to safety on the land side, just before hundreds of tonnes
of rock fell into the sea.
Day 6, Friday 8 January
We arrived in the South Australian regional city of Mt. Gambier last night,
having put our watches back half an hour to Central
Australian Time. This region is reputed to have 94 extinct volcanoes,
of which Mt. Gambier is one. The city is built on the side of this volcano
that exploded about 6000 years ago. The explosion left four distinct craters,
the largest containing the much photographed "Blue Lake", which is 75 metres
deep, with its steep sides being another 80 metres above the water line.
This lake is the city's water supply, and it maintains the same water
level even in times of drought. For many years the lake was
claimed to be 'bottomless', and all sorts of myths circulated. What
still isn't certain is the exact scientific explanation of its bright blue
colour. In fact even today, when the sky was a bit hazy and clouded over,
the water remained a brilliant blue. Over dinner, we were told that the
blue colour fades over about a week in late March or April. In winter the
lake is a clear grey colour, but in October, again over about a week, the
blue colour slowly returns, becoming the same brilliant blue colour we
saw today.
We spent the afternoon exploring examples of another geological feature
that this region is famous for; the limestone caves and
sinkholes. In the centre of the town, is a beautiful grotto garden
that is built inside an old sinkhole that formed when a limestone cave
collapsed. There are a number of these natural sunken gardens in the town.
They are a popular site for outdoor weddings, giving all the guests (and
any tourists who happen to be visiting), an excellent view of the proceedings.
The whole region is either volcanic or original limestone. In fact
most older public buildings, as well as many private homes, are built of
this attractive white stone that's quarried here.
Day 7, Saturday 9 January
Being exactly the middle of our holiday, we sent off a number of postcards
last night. I'm really enjoying this holiday so much more now that I have
Alison to share it with. We had intended to travel further north, to see
another world famous National Park, The Coorong, where the film "Storm
Boy" and a number of others were set. However, we've decided not to rush
around, and instead to leave this part of Australia for another trip. Instead,
we spent another day exploring this very fertile corner of the driest state
in the driest continent on Earth. In contrast to the rest of South Australia,
this region is cool with a high rainfall and very fertile land.
We started the day by climbing Mt. Schank, another extinct volcano
that has only one main crater and a small side vent. It's nearly a perfectly
shaped cone, with steep sides; standing out nearly 100m above the flat
the grazing land that surrounds it. It was quite an energetic climb. Afterwards
we drove another 10 kilometres further on to the little fishing village
of Port MacDonnell. Here we had morning tea, sitting in a sheltered spot
on the foreshore looking out over the Southern Ocean. It was strange to
think that there was only thousands of kilometres of water between us and
Antarctica.
When we left the village, we drove inland where were discovered the
Tantanoola Caves. Here we joined a small tour group, and spent a pleasant
hour being shown stalagmites, stalactites and other attractive calcite
formations that have gradually formed here over millions of years. This
cave is one of a number in the region, but it's interesting because its
entrance has been carefully lowered, so that people confined to wheelchairs
are able to come in and experience what's usually denied to them in most
other caves.
We finished the day in the world famous winegrowing region of Coonawarra,
which is only 50 kilometres north of Mt. Gambier. We decided to stop at
a small family winery and have our dinner there. The food was delicious,
and the wine excellent. Fortunately we'd found suitable accommodation at
an adjoining B&B, so we could indulge without having to worry about
driving home.
Day 8, Sun. 10 January
This morning we attended early mass in the nearby small town of Penola;
in the same church where Australia's first saint, Mary
MacKillop would have worshipped. Then we pointed our faithful Henrietta
east and started heading towards home. It was only about 15 kilometres
back to the Victorian border, then another 250 Km to our destination, Ballarat,
which is Victoria's third largest city.
We planned to spend our afternoon in the well-known folk museum "Sovereign
Hill". It's been set up on the site of some original gold diggings, and
allows people to experience life as it was in the gold rush era of the
1850's.
It's bigger than any other folk museum I've ever seen, and was of a
very high standard. All the volunteers and employees walk around in period
costume. We joined a mine tour, then walked around the village where every
building showed us something different. The blacksmith was working and
making cast iron tools and ornaments. In another shop, candles were being
dipped in beeswax in the traditional way. In the printers, posters could
be ordered which were produced on the old printing press. Everything could
be purchased, including handmade boiled sweets.
Constantly during the day, in different locations, there were re-enactments
of miners being arrested or villains being chased by police dressed in
the uniforms of the day. There were rides that could be taken around the
village in the Cobb & Co. coach that was pulled by four horses.
For a small fee visitors could pan for gold in the stream that ran
through the site. This was regularly salted with small flakes of the precious
metal. I'd already seen how difficult this was, when the ex-rockstar Endo
Sullivan had tried to find gold in the River Angel in BallyK, so I wasn't
all that fussed, but Alison was really keen to have a go. For a few dollars
we were given a metal pan and a small vial of water that we could put our
small gold nuggets in. We did manage to separate out a few small flakes,
so we now have a souvenir to take home.
We'd booked a package deal that included the evening program. So when
the site closed at the end of the day, we found our hotel where we had
dinner. Just before dark we returned, and were taken on a large trailer
over the back of the site where everyone was entertained to a very informative
sound and light production called "Blood on the Southern Cross". It told
the infamous story of the miners uprising against unjust and corrupt administration
here in Ballarat in 1854. This incident is usually referred to as the "Eureka
Stockade", and Ali said that the story was part of every Australian child's
education.
Day 9, Mon. 11 January
It was just over 100 kilometres to Melbourne, then another 140 kilometres
around Port Phillip Bay to our destination, Phillip Island. This is one
of two islands in Western Port Bay. The island is connected to the mainland
by a bridge that's about a kilometre long. It's also a very popular summer
holiday place and hosts the International Motor Cycle Grand Prix each October.
Our main interest was the island's wildlife, especially its Little
Penguins and Fur Seals. We registered at our hotel, then taking our swimming
gear and towels, we went in search of Summerland Beach. After booking to
see the sunset 'penguin parade', we inspected the visitor centre and saw
how these small creatures have adapted themselves to this unique way of
life. We'd found out quite a bit from the website, but it was great to
see the little creatures in real life. I was amazed how graceful and agile
these little birds are in water, while on land they're clumsy and awkward.
We had a very refreshing swim at an adjoining beach, and watched the
keen surfers repeatedly swim out and catch a wave back in. It looked like
a lot of fun. After a shower and quick dinner, the sun was low in the sky,
so we returned to Summerland Beach where hundreds of people were gathering
for the daily 'penguin parade'. We were all seated in semi-darkness, on
large tiered stands that faced the water, like fans waiting for an important
football match to start. Ali and I sat closely huddled together, waiting
in anticipation.
Just as the sun was almost set there was a hushed silence as first
one, then a couple more little penguins emerged. They seemed
nervous at first; a few even ran back into the water. Immediately followed
by a few more; but gradually in small groups, all along the 200 metres
of the beach, hundreds or maybe even thousands of these quaint little birds
left the safety of the ocean to negotiate the exposed beach which lay between
the water and the safety of their burrows in the sand dunes.
They completely ignored the people in the stands. Large floodlights
were turned on, but this didn't seem to distract them at all. After awhile,
Ali and I decided to see where they were all going. So we left the stands,
and walking on raised boardwalks over the sand dunes, we followed them
to where there were hundreds of burrows hidden amongst the grass tussocks.
Here we could see them being enthusiastically greeted by the young chicks
that had been left behind early this morning. After feeding all day, they
now disgorged meals of fish to their hungry chicks, much to the delight
of the watching tourists.
The spectacle kept us entertained for over a hour. At dawn they'll
repeat the process in reverse, as the adult birds leave their chicks and
go out for another day of fishing. It's astounding to think this goes on
every day, 365 days a year. This experience will definitely be a highlight
of our holiday; almost on par with the evenings and nights we've share
together.
Day 10, Tues. 12 January
This morning we explored the small historic Churchill Island that's connected
to the main Island by a bridge. We spent an hour
walking amongst the majestic 300 year old moonah trees that surround
the old homestead. There were a number of old buildings open, that showed
the changes that had occurred in the region over nearly 200 years of farming.
After lunch we joined a boat tour that took in some of Western Port
Bay and Seal Rocks. It was very pleasant being out on the water on a hot
day. The boat took us close to the rocky outcrop that is home to about
6000 Australian Fur Seals. The rocks are a couple of kilometres offshore,
but we were able to view them very clearly from our vantage point on the
water.
Day 11, Wed. 13 January
We left Phillip Island this morning and took a 10 Km detour so that we
could visit the "Wildlife Wonderland" at Bass. Our main interest was the
Giant Earthworm Museum that explained about these large unusual invertebrates.
They are about a metre long, and are found only in this part of South
Gippsland and no where else in the world. In fact their total habitat consists
of an area that is approximately 25 Km radius from the small town of Loch.
Other animals that were on display included the common kangaroo, emu and
wallaby, as well as wombats, koalas, and a number of colourful native parrots.
We spent the rest of the day driving eastwards towards our last destination.
First we passed through rich pastoral country, but later this gave way
to lush tall rainforests and fern gullies. We are staying in Mallacoota,
a small isolated, and relatively unspoiled small settlement on the extreme
east of Victoria. Here we're going to enjoy two lazy and idyllic days of
R&R, before heading home.
Day 12, Thurs. 14 January
We are staying in a delightful little cottage that belongs to friends of
the Taylor's. We arrived just before dark last night, and collected the
key from neighbours who look after it for them. It's built on a small headland,
about 200 metres from the beach. When we woke up this morning the view
was unbelievable.
The cottage has everything we need. The living area has large windows
on two sides. One facing west looks over the Bottom Lake which has a number
of islands like Rabbit and Goat Island. The larger windows face south,
and give a wide panoramic view of the mouth and the ocean, as well as the
town and wharf. On the distant horizon the small Gabo Island is just visible,
although its lighthouse makes it more obvious at night.
After breakfast we went into town to reconnoitre and buy some supplies.
We enjoyed a pleasant walk around the small town, and booked a boat cruise
of the lakes and river for tomorrow. We came back to collect our swim wear
and spent the next few hours just relaxing on the beach together. There
were a few other families and young people around, but considering it's
the height of the summer holiday season here, I'm amazed how quiet it is.
It was lovely to just sit together and talk about everything and anything.
I'm finding it just so great to have Alison's company all the time. It
sure beats the loneliness of being a priest.
In the late afternoon we were feeling more energetic; so we put on
our walking shoes and comfortable clothes and took the 5 Km nature trail
that weaves around through the bush that surrounds the town. Ali warned
me to keep my eye on where I put my feet, and not to stray off the path.
Even though I know about snakes now, it rather spoilt my enjoyment of the
bush, wondering if around the next corner there could be a venomous snake
waiting to pounce. When I said this to Ali, she offered to hold my hand
(which was enjoyable). She assured me that a snake's first instinct is
to flee, and it's only if it's cornered or trodden on that it might attack.
Thankfully we didn't see any snakes, although when a lizard rustled
in the grass next to my ankle I jumped. We built up a good
appetite, which we did justice to at the local pub afterwards, before
walking home, savouring the quiet atmosphere and mild weather.
Afterwards we sat together on the veranda with our coffee, and watched
the lights of small fishing boats moving about on the lake below. In the
distance the Gabo Island light was flashing out its rhythmic bursts over
the sea, warning all shipping of where they were. Occasionally the light
of an ocean going vessel moved slowly along the horizon, as it sailed on
its way to far off destinations.
Day 13, Friday 15 January
We were on the wharf at 9 o'clock when our boat chugged up. There were
about 20 people of all ages who climbed on board. We travelled up through
the Bottom Lake, our skipper keeping to the left of the marked channel
that indicated where it was deep enough to sail. He pointed out various
little islands and told us amusing stories about how they got their names.
Later we passed through a narrow gap and entered the Top Lake, where we
pulled into the Gipsy Point jetty and took on a few more passengers.
At the end of this lake our vessel entered the Wallagaraugh River.
We followed this for a number of kilometres, and watched a pair of Sea
Eagles circling over head. The captain pointed out where they had their
nest in a tall tree high above the water. When we reached the end of the
navigable part of the river, the boat pulled into a small jetty where we
all disembarked. While the passengers enjoyed a short walk through the
bush, the captain and his assistant quickly lit a small fire.
We were all quite relaxed, walking along a sandy track when the person
in the front stopped dead in his tracks. Naturally the next person nearly
bumped into him, and started to say something when almost simultaneously
we all saw it. Curled up on itself in a tight circle was a shiny black
snake asleep in the sun. I put my hand on Ali’s arm to stop her. I could
feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. What if it’s hole was
on the other side of where I was standing?
I was really worried when one of the people just ahead of us stamped
his foot hard on the rather soft sand. Nothing happened. He tried again.
This time its head in the centre lifted up and looked straight at us. I’ll
never forget the eyes, the forked tongue and the pinkish-red under belly.
I was very conscious of the fact that there were about ten people banked
up behind us, standing between us and safety. My heart was racing as I
stood rooted to the spot, clutching Alison, not sure what to do next.
The snake took the initiative, and threw itself sideways into the grass
and slithered away quickly. I walked back to the boat nervously, looking
very carefully as we walked gingerly past the spot where the snake had
been. It was a Red-bellied Black snake I was told; not one of the most
venomous, but still quite dangerous.
The smell of the steaks and sausages that were almost ready for
us drew us back to the river bank like a magnet. Lunch was a
pleasant distraction from what for me was an unpleasant experience,
although most of the Australians didn’t seem too fazed by having seen the
snake. As well as the meat, there were bowls of fresh salad and plenty
of slices of bread and tomato sauce. It was interesting to meet people
from all over Australia who'd heard about this well-kept secret, and had
come to enjoy the simple pleasures this small town offered.
After slices of various fresh melons and other fruit, billy tea and
homemade cake, we returned back to the boat and sailed home the way we'd
come, arriving back about mid-afternoon. As we'd had a big lunch, Ali and
I decided to have dose on the beach, then a swim to wake us up. A few hours
later, feeling refreshed, we took another walk; this time along the beach
and around a rocky headland to where a river emptied into the sea. Here
local families with small children were relaxing, while their offspring
paddled safely in the shallow water. A truly idyllic location, and one
I'd like to return to whenever we need a break.
For the last night of our honeymoon we opted for a romantic dinner
on board a different small boat that took us slowly around the two lakes
while we ate our way through a meal fit for a king. The moon was full and
reflected off the still water like a shimmering ribbon. The trees on the
banks could be seen as black silhouettes against a purple sky. The Gabo
Island lighthouse flashed out its warning across the ocean, lighting up
the various small islands in the bottom lake as its light swept past. We
could hear the pounding of the massive waves breaking on the ocean shore
in the distance. The sound was in contrast to the peace and silence of
the lake that we sailed on, and the quiet restful background music that
played for the diners.
I’d noticed a young man at a near by table who seemed to be taking
a special interest in us. He was with an elderly couple. Ali had her back
to him, so hadn’t noticed, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. He
had been staring at us for the last half an hour and it was rather unnerving.
Ali particularly seemed to be holding his attention. I finally mentioned
it to her, and when she turned around she obviously recognised the man
as she went as white as a sheet.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” I asked anxiously.
“Oh, just a creep I knew years ago.” She replied tersely.
I didn’t want to upset her more than she was already, but wanted to
comfort her. I wondered why seeing him upset her so much. I took her hand
and squeezed it gently.
“I love you.” I told her with a smile.
She returned my smile, but it was obvious that seeing the young man
had spoiled the evening for both of us. Thankfully it was our last night
in Mallacoota.
When we were leaving the boat the young man stepped towards us.
“Alison, how nice to see you.”
“Hello Mark,” she replied quietly.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me?” he asked nodding towards
me.
“Mark Bennett, Peter Clifford” she introduced us briefly. We
shook hands. I noticed that she kept her left hand with her wedding ring
by her side. The older couple he was with hung back and seemed to ignore
us. They were not introduced. I was dying of curiosity.
“Would you like to come and have a coffee with us? For old times sake."
He asked, indicating the couple who were still hovering in the background.
“No, I don’t think so Mark. It’s late and we have to pack, we leave
here tomorrow.” She cut him off.
When we came home, it was still quite balmy, and being our last night,
we took a drink out onto the veranda where she told me all about it. While
she was at Uni, she and Mark had been quite close. (Where had I heard that
before? I felt a familiar sense of jealousy as she told me).
The couple Mark was with were his parents. They’d been the main cause
of Mark and Ali splitting up. They’d interfered and done everything in
their power to break the relationship up. In their eyes Ali wasn’t good
enough, and they had someone else in mind for their son. Mail from Alison
had been intercepted and phone messages weren’t passed on.
The final straw came when Mark wouldn’t believe her when she insisted
that she had called back and had replied to his letters. She didn’t fight
it when Mark suggested they break up. A few weeks later he was going out
with the young socialite his parents had been foisting onto to him earlier.
At the time Ali was only young, and he was her first boyfriend. It
had really dented her self esteem for ages. “Well Mark’s loss has been
my gain”, I told her as I drew her into my arms. I tried to show her in
my best way possible how much I loved her, but the romantic evening I'd
planned had been somewhat spoilt.
We sat together on the large seat outside on the veranda and reminisced
about our last two weeks. We recalled what we'd seen and experienced, and
wondered what the future would hold for us. Now that I know so much about
her early life, Ali wants to see where I grew up in England, as well as
the University and seminary. She wants to go to the church in Manchester
where I started as a priest, and visit Ballykissangel where I spent some
of the happiest (until now), and very worst days of my life. Ireland was
in hindsight a life-changing experience for me, and Ali is very keen to
see it for herself.
It was so pleasant and peaceful sitting in each other's arms watching
the various activities on the lake. I think I was able to recapture some
of the joy of earlier, before we met Mark. But to all good things must
come an end. It's both sad and exciting to think that this time tomorrow
we'll be home and starting the rest of our lives together.
Sat. 16 January
We left Mallacoota at about 10 o'clock after having packed up and loaded
the car, and returned the keys to the neighbours. It had been a relaxing
place. We hope to return again when we need a rest from the responsibilities
that a family of teenagers will bring. Maybe sometime we'll even bring
them here for a break from the routine of home.
Lunch was taken at a place that Alison said sold the best pies that
she'd ever tasted. It was a quaint little bakery in a small village that's
almost halfway between Mallacoota and Canberra. I have to agree that their
pies were outstanding; with a delicious meaty filling and a crisp pastry
crust on the outside.
It was about 2 o'clock when we pulled up in the driveway of our house.
Home at last! The first thing we noticed was the garden. The lawn was green
and trim, and all the garden beds had a fresh layer of wood chip mulch
on them. This was to keep in as much moisture as possible, and stop it
from evaporating in the dry heat. However, it also gives the impression
of being neat and well tended. The plants were all flourishing and looked
terrific. John and Phyllis had done a great job.
I unlocked the front door; then for the sake of tradition, lifted Alison
up in my arms and carried her over the thresh-hold.
"Surprise", chorused a number of voices, as I put Ali down in shock.
"How did you know?" I asked in surprise.
After several comments about intuition and hearing us coming, they
later owned up to having asked our Mallacoota neighbours to ring through
when we left. So they were able to estimate fairly accurately when we'd
arrive home.
Both families from Bundarra were there as well as Steve. I noticed
that he'd acquired a good tan in the two weeks we'd been away. He told
us that he'd spent a couple of days in Brisbane at the cricket. He'd missed
seeing the 5th and last test in Sydney, which started on our wedding day.
England lost that to Australia, so they weren't able to recapture the Ashes.
So far every match he's been to, England has won, while those he hasn't
been to, they've lost. He's beginning to believe that England only win
when he's there to cheer them on.
He believes that his two days in Brisbane confirmed this. On Saturday
10 January he watched the first of the one day Carlton & United Series,
in which England played Australia. It was a close match, and England won
by only 7 runs. The next day was another day/night game, in which England
played Sri Lanka. England won this too, this time by 7 wickets. Steve didn't
follow our team down to Melbourne yesterday, and they lost to Australia.
So now he's determined to watch them play again tomorrow in Sydney.
As well as the garden being neat and tidy, we found our cupboards had
been stocked with many basic items, and there was a meal ready to be heated
for our dinner. The floor was also now sanded and polished and looked terrific.
We had a pleasant afternoon tea together, organised by Lorraine and
Phyllis. It gave us the chance to thank them again for our
wedding, their gifts and for getting our house shipshape. We also had
the opportunity to tell them a little about our experiences over the last
two weeks. However, it wasn't long before we were alone. It's great to
be on our own, in our own home, with all the time to ourselves.
Sun. 17 January
Because Steve has only one week left in Australia, we'd arranged to spend
the whole day together. At his suggestion, we drove to Sydney. On our long
drive we were able to tell him more about the sights we'd seen, and the
fantastic animals, like the penguins and giant earthworms, we'd come across.
David & Sarah have also taken him out and shown him a lot of the things
they'd shown me earlier, so I knew what he was talking about. I'm glad
he's had such a good time, because he has a lot of work lined up as soon
as he gets home.
We spent the morning enjoying a habour cruise, then the three of us
spent the afternoon and evening at the cricket. It was another exciting
ending, and again, as predicted by Steve, England won. He's almost becoming
a pain about this 'have to be there or England will lose' story. He's determined
to go to Melbourne on Tuesday to watch them play Sri Lanka there. It's
his last chance before he flies home.
Mon. 18 January
Alison didn't feel well when she woke up this morning. I made her a cup
of tea and brought it in to her, but she only had a few
mouthfuls. I felt her forehead but it didn't feel hot, nor did she
look unwell in anyway. I suggested she stay in bed and relax, as there
was nothing pressing for her to do. I wondered if she'd eaten something
yesterday that didn't agree with her; but we'd eaten exactly the same,
so that was unlikely.
Thankfully by lunchtime she was feeling much better, and so got up.
I managed to get her to eat some light food, however by
dinnertime her nausea had returned. She said she couldn't face the
idea of cooking food; that the mere thought of it made her feel worse.
She had some sweet tea, but didn't feel like anything else.
Tues. 19 January
Ali felt sick again this morning, but insisted on getting up anyway. Rick
dropped in during the morning and had a cuppa with us. He wanted to talk
to us about helping with the parish Youth Group this year.
The group meets every Friday evening in the parish hall. It caters
for all the teenage students, but for some activities breaks into two groups,
according to age. Rick and Tony Blake have been the main organisers, with
some mothers helping when female input is needed. Their first meeting for
the year will be on the first Friday after school resumes in February.
It'll be a BBQ, with the proposed program of activities for the term being
put forward for the students' approval.
I explained to Rick that Ali wasn't feeling well at present, and described
her symptoms, just a she came outside to join us. Rick looked at us both.
"You wouldn't be pregnant, would you?" he asked with a smile.
"I, …I don't know," she replied hesitantly. "I don't think so," she
added unsure. "I'm feeling better now than I did when I got up."
Rick went on and explained that last year he and Tony had discussed
the idea of putting on a Youth Group musical. It hadn't come off then,
but there seemed to be strong interest amongst some of the young people
to do it this year. He'd come to ask Alison if she would be willing to
help train the singers. Ali said that she'd give it some thought, and mentioned
that I'd produced a play in Ballykissangel. Rick's ear pricked up at that.
I agreed that if Alison was involved on the music side, I'd help in some
way too, but that we had to talk it over in the light of any foster children
we might become responsible for in the future.
When Rick made his move to leave, we promised him that we'd give his
request about the Youth Group and musical some more thought, and we'd let
him know of our decision. However, he'd given us something else far more
important to think about.
"Do you think it's possible then?" I asked Ali hopefully.
"I don't really know; but now I think about it, I think I'm overdue."
She looked at me with a strange expression on her face. It was excitement,
but mixed with fear and apprehension.
"Maybe I'd better get one of those kits from the chemist," she suggested.
"I shouldn't be though. I've been taking precautions; …well all except
that first time."
I was feeling quite excited and hopeful when Alison left to go down
to the local shops. Before the wedding we'd discussed having children,
and agreed to wait awhile before starting a family. We'd reasoned that
it was best to get used to being married and the commitment of the foster
children, before starting any of our own. However, deep inside I really
want children, and I was secretly hoping that Ali was pregnant.
When she came home she took the box into the bathroom. I waited and
prayed, while pretending to be reading the paper.
"Well?" I almost demanded when she emerged. "Show me."
"No need to." She announced, looking both confused and incredulous.
"I'm pregnant".
"Wow! That's fantastic". I said as I ran over and hugged her.
"We're going to be parents." I kissed her on the forehead. "I'm going
to be a real father. You're going to be a mother".
"You don't mind?" she asked, looking a bit worried.
"Mind? What do you think? No, of course not," I replied eagerly. "I'm
thrilled. But I can see you're not. What's wrong, Darling?"
"It's not that," she insisted. "I just don't know what to think. It's
all so unexpected. I thought we'd agreed to wait awhile."
"Yeah, we did," I replied, as I gently pulled her beside me on the
couch. I drew her close and put my arms protectively around her shoulders;
"but I think God must have other plans. I'm not really sorry though, are
you?"
"No, but it's all so sudden. I don't like feeling sick, and I
think things are going to happen to me that I've got no control over."
I tried to reassure her that the nausea would go soon. I wish I'd taken
more notice of Niamh's pregnancy now. All I remember is hearing Ambrose
complaining about Niamh cooking strange meals like Tripe Casserole, and
eating a curry in the middle of the night. I don't think I'll tell Ali
about those, it may give her strange ideas to try out on me.
"When did you think we started this baby off then?" I asked her and
couldn't stop myself from grinning.
"I don't think there's any doubt about that," she said. "It's got to
have been that first time; the day we moved everything into the house.
Since then I've been taking precautions."
"Hmmm." I responded as I pulled her closer and remembered that night.
"It was a very special time, made even more special now." I gently eased
the hair back from her face and kissed her on the lips.
Inside I was excited and thrilled, and I felt as if I was 10 feet tall,
and so proud. I wanted to shout it to the wind. I ran my hands
through her beautiful hair, and caressed her face with my lips.
"I don't think I'm ready to start getting fat and ugly yet," she said sadly
against my chest.
I thought of how radiant Niamh had been throughout her pregnancy. Siobhan
too had seemed to bloom and looked years younger when she was pregnant.
I told Ali about this, and assured her that she'll always look beautiful
to me. I felt so ecstatic, and gradually I think I was able to transmit
some of my excitement to her.
She looked up at me in a trusting way, and explained that it was just
such a surprise. She hadn't expected it to happen so quickly and needed
time to get used to this change that was happening to us. She did say that
if I was happy about it, then she was too.
There's no doubt whatsoever how I feel about becoming a father. I really
meant it when I told Siobhan that it was a special privilege that was not
granted to everyone. At the time I'd felt so sad, thinking that as a priest
I was one to whom this experience was denied. Now I find that we've been
blessed yet again, in such a wonderful way. To think I was jealous of Ambrose
when little Kieran was born; and now, only a few years later, it's my turn,
I can't quite believe it myself yet. I remembered the predictions the old
lady made at the Halloween party. Some of it is certainly coming true.
It's truly amazing. I've just heard on the radio that England has beaten
Sri Lanka by 7 wickets in the cricket match there. Steve will be very pleased.
It'll also reinforce his belief that England wins when he's there. I wonder
how the team will do after he leaves on Saturday? England is now in the
lead on points, although Sri Lanka has only played two matches so far.
Wed. 20 January
We went to the doctor today. He confirmed our test results, and gave Ali
a thorough check up, and took down all our details. He pronounced Alison
as 'fit as a fiddle', and estimated our baby to be due around the end of
August, or very early September. He suggested Ali try to eat lots of small
meals or snacks to reduce the nausea, and told us that sometimes something
small eaten in the morning just before she gets up might help as well.
So now I'll have to give her a sort of breakfast in bed every day.
Thurs. 21 January
Lisa moved in to our house yesterday. She was very excited when we told
her our news. She and Ben have been going out, so it was natural to include
her in the family get together we're having here tomorrow night. This is
mainly to farewell Steve, who has to leave on Saturday get back to foggy,
cold London for work. However, it's also a good opportunity to share our
wonderful news with all the family.
Fri. 22 January
Everyone was thrilled when we told them our news. Ali has completely got
over her initial shock, and is getting quite excited now too. When I told
Steve, his face was a picture. He was completely dumbfounded, and I think
I could've knocked him over with a feather. When he realised that his silence
could be misinterpreted, he slapped me on the back and said that he'd be
honoured to become an uncle. I pointed out to him that he had no choice
in the matter anyway.
I think he was secretly a bit envious. I know he's good with children,
and would make a great father. I hope he does something along those lines
soon, when he gets back to London. I'd like to see him settle down with
a family. It would be great for our children to have cousins of a similar
age, even if they're on the other side of the world.
"You two certainly don't believe in letting grass grow under your feet,"
Geoff said, when we told them. We explained that we hadn't planned it that
way, but nevertheless we were pleased now it had happened. Phyllis said
that with all the knitting she'd done for Andrew and Maree, she'd now just
keep knitting through the next winter for our baby. Maree has only about
2 months to go now before their baby is due.
Sat. 23 January
John, Phyllis, Ali and I took Steve to the airport this morning, and saw
him off. It was sad to say goodbye, not knowing when we'll see him again.
He did promise that he'd try to come out again after his little nephew
or niece is born; if he can work his commitments out that way.
I think he had a good time, and also a well deserved and needed rest.
He's certainly managed to get a tan. I enjoyed the talks we had, and I
think that in some ways we're closer now than at any time since I left
home. I think no matter what we do, we'll always be able to pick up our
friendship where we left off. I do hope he can manage to return again later
this year.
Steve's not going to like it when he hears that England lost today's
cricket match to Sri Lanka. It's really going to confirm his belief that
they only win when he's there. England are still clearly ahead on points,
but they have another 6 matches to play in the series; so anything can
still happen overall in the series.
Sun. 24 January
We invited Rick to have lunch with us after mass today. We shared our news
with him too, but he'd already guessed, and wasn't surprised. He was pleased
when we asked him to make sure he didn't go away on holidays at that time,
as we wanted to book him for the christening.
The parish Youth Group and the musical was our main topic of conversation
after that. We agreed that Ali and I would help whenever we could with
the Youth group, and we'd also help with the musical if Alison was well
enough. Unfortunately the first meeting is on Ali's birthday, but I'll
take her out on the Saturday night instead.
Mon. 25 January
This time next week school will be back for another year. Ali is still
waking up feeling nauseous, but she's finding that to have a dry biscuit
and a glass of juice before she gets up, helps a lot. She's then OK for
most of the day, but feels bad again in the evenings. She didn't think
it was funny when I suggested she was just trying to get out of cooking
dinner.
Lisa has been a great help in this. She's enjoyed the freedom of being
allowed to try out new recipes on us. We've set up a roster now, for her
and I to share the cooking. Hopefully when Ali gets over all this, the
three of us can all share the responsibility.
Rachel joined us for dinner tonight. She was very complimentary on
Lisa's meal, so I hope this has given Lisa the confidence to try other
things. Both girls are very excited about starting their final year of
secondary school. Both want to work hard; and are hoping that they achieve
a sufficiently high score by the end of the year that will allow them to
get into their desired course at university.
Rachel wants to do commerce and accounting, which doesn't require as
high a score as Law, which is what Lisa is thinking about doing.
We gave Lisa a choice of which bedroom upstairs that she wanted. We
also let her choose her furnishings from what we had. She and Rachel had
a lot of fun setting up the room how Lisa wanted it. Michael through his
work was able to acquire an obsolete computer and monitor that they were
about to throw out. So we've been able to give Lisa a computer in her own
room.
We've also organised a second phone line for the modem so we can connect
to the 'net'. My only concern now is how we're going to monitor its use.
We may only connect up Ali's computer, which is in the study downstairs.
That way we can control who's using it, for how long and for what purpose;
chat or serious research.
Tues. 26 January
Today is a public holiday, and the last day before the teachers have to
go back to work. The holiday is for 'Australia Day', the 211th anniversary
of when the first fleet of convicts landed in Botany Bay. "Invasion Day"
is what some Australian Aboriginals call it.
For our last day of freedom we joined Sarah and David and went down
to the lake to enjoy the festivities there. We decided not to stay for
the fireworks, but we did hear them, and saw many of those that went up
into the sky from our house.
Wed. 27 January
It was "Back to School" for all the teachers, and back to work for me too.
Thankfully Alison seems to be less nauseous in the
mornings now, although she still feels queasy in the evening around
dinnertime. She is trying to eat lots of small snacks all the time, and
that seems to help a little.
I went to visit Damian at home this morning. He looked OK, and said
that he was looking forward to getting back to school next week; so that's
an improvement. However, his puppy was limping quite badly, and Damian
was worried about him.
It didn't take a lot of probing from me to find out that Benjy had
been kicked by Damian's father when he came home drunk the night before.
Damian showed me a bruise on his leg where his father's boot had connected
with him as well, when he'd flown to the pup's defence. Damain had actually
spent the night outside in the shed with the pup. His mother knew where
Damian was, but didn't dare say anything to his father about it. Thankfully
being summer, the nights are very mild at present.
I couldn't bear to see the pup in pain. When I was trying to see what
the problem was I could see that there was something very wrong. Damian
pours all his love into this little dog, and it means so much to him. I
decided to pay the vet bill myself. After obtaining his mother’s permission,
I took Damian and Benjy to the local vet. She confirmed that the dog’s
leg was broken, and so set it in a plaster cast. We also made sure that
the little fellow’s immunization was up to date.
I called Damian’s social worker at FACS (Family & Community Services)
when I got back to the office. I let her know about my concerns for Damian’s
welfare. She assured me that she’d call in on the family this afternoon,
on the pretext that she was checking to see that their mother had everything
in order for Damian and his sister to go back to school next week. She
promised to check Damian’s bruise, adding that it might be grounds to have
Damian removed from the family, at least for a short while.
Fri. 29 January
While at St. Patricks I heard that Jason has been up to some more serious
mischief with his older brother. He’s been placed on a good behaviour bond,
but his probation officer is concerned that Jason will just keep on offending
while he is in constant contact with his brother, and under his influence.
There's no moral guidance or positive role model from his parents, so Jason
just seems to be following on in his father and brother’s footsteps.
We both agreed that Jason wasn’t a hardened criminal. He’s basically
a good kid who could be steered in the right direction if he was able to
be extracted from his present situation.
Mon. 1 February
The school students all returned to school today. When I arrived at Trinity
college this morning, I was greeted by groups happily chatting about what
they’d done in their holidays. Everyone was trying to catch up on 6 weeks
of news in only 10 minutes. I felt sorry for children like Damian and Jason,
whose families never seemed to go away together, or do anything different.
I remembered our happy holidays together, visiting exciting new places,
or seeing cousins who lived in other parts of England.
“How’s married life treating you, Mr. Clifford?” a cheeky senior student
asked with a wink, as I stopped at my door, trying to find my key.
“Fine thanks Tom,” I replied with a smile as I found the key and unlocked
the door. “I see the senior uniform suits you well”, I added as I noticed
the new white shirt that’s worn only by the senior boys.
“Yeah, no more fooling around now; the next two years are it,” he replied
amiably. “ Ah there’s Digger, see ya later;” and he was off to catch up
with one of his mates.
Everyone I saw seemed happy, so that was a good start to the year.
I caught up with Damian later in the afternoon. He told me that he
and his sister had spent the weekend at someone else’s house, and that
they’d had a good time. This morning he’d been to court, but he was rather
vague and unsure on what it had been about. Damian is very immature, in
that he doesn't question things that affect his life. He generally just
accepts what’s dished out to him without complaint.
When I rang Maureen the social worker, to find out what had happened
I heard the full story. In the light of the bruises on Damian’s leg and
the injuries to the pup, Damian’s father has been charged with assault.
Meanwhile, Damian and Jane are in emergency foster care while their future
is being decided.
I told her about what Ali and I were doing. We’d discussed Damian’s
situation over the weekend, and had agreed to offer to take Damian as a
foster child, if that was thought to be the best thing for him. Maureen
seemed very pleased to hear of this, and said she’d get back to me. I suppose
I’ll have to build a kennel now, I told Ali when I got home.
Wed. 3 February
Thankfully Alison’s nausea seems to be decreasing all the time. I’m relieved,
because she was starting to lose weight, which isn't a good thing at this
stage. She wasn’t looking forward to feeling sick for months, so we’re
both very happy with this improvement.
We’ve borrowed some books on pregnancy and childbirth from the local
library. I was reading one of them after dinner, and it's all just so exciting.
At present the face and all the major organs are forming. It's still only
2cm long, but it can move now. We still have 7 months to wait, and it seems
a long time off, but I suppose it will all pass very quickly. At the last
minute Ali included a book of names with their origins and meanings.
It looks like Damian will be joining our family over the weekend. Ali
and I sat down with Lisa tonight to discuss it. We worked out some rules
and responsibilities regarding TV viewing, loud music, homework and chores,
because it's possible we could end up with up to four foster children.
That's the absolute limit Ali and I have agreed on, as we have four bedrooms
upstairs, and we want to give each child their own space.
Fri. 5 February
After our tiring first week back at school, it is nice to have the weekend
in front of us. I wished Alison Happy Birthday with breakfast in bed, but
we still had to go to work. We're going to go out for dinner tomorrow night.
We both attended the first Youth Group meeting for the year, taking Lisa
and Rachel with us.
They seem to be a happy relaxed group of 20 to 30 young people aged
from 12 to 18. Many knew Lisa and Rachel from school, so they were made
welcome, and quickly felt at home and amongst friends. Rick introduced
Ali and myself to those who didn't know us. He and Tony then proceeded
to explain the suggested activities for the term, including the idea of
a musical.
There were no objections to any of the activities, and the idea of
a musical was popular with a number of them. It was agreed that the musical
would be "Oonadatta", an Australian adaptation of "Oklahoma", and that
auditions for the lead roles would be on Tuesday after school. The plan
is for it to be presented on the last Friday and Saturday of term, before
the holidays start. That gives us exactly 10 weeks.
Other activities the group agreed on include a visit to a local farm
while they're shearing, with a hayride and BBQ to follow. There's also
going to be a trivia night, games night, video night, a Putt Putt Mini
golf visit and a trip to the Bowling Alley. Next week they're going to
meet at the home of one of the group who has a swimming pool in their backyard.
We're going to have party pies and pasties for dinner, and the devotional
part is on video, organised by Rick.
We finished the evening with a short devotional message from Rick and
a prayer. I was impressed how the group all accepted this routine, as I'd
realised that not all the young people were members of this church. It
appears many come with friends for the
friendship and fun of the activities. I pray that they'll all hear
the message we try to bring to them in this unique and important pastoral
situation.
Sat. 6 February
I spent the morning unsuccessfully trying to convert a large wooden crate
into a kennel. By lunchtime, with a sore thumb due to the hammer missing
the nail, and a bruised foot where the crated had jumped on it, I was not
in a very good mood.
Ali tried to soothe me by suggesting we buy one. I told her we didn't
have the money, and that we couldn't just go throwing money away like that,
every time a foster child brought a pet with them. Benjy is just going
to have to sleep in the laundry until we can fix something up outside for
him.
When we went out for dinner, we suddenly realised that this was the
last time that we could go out without having to organise a
babysitter, or some sort of supervision. We hadn't thought about this
aspect of fostering before. Lisa went out with Ben tonight, but anyway
at 17 we haven't had to worry about her.
My gift to Ali was a high 'choker' style necklace to wear with one
of her favourite dresses. It's the sapphire blue dress that she wore when
we went out to celebrate moving into this house. At the time Sarah had
mentioned how attractive such a necklace would look with it. So I spent
some time looking for just the right thing.
I'm glad she liked it. I asked her to wear that dress so I could give
it to her before we went out. It looked terrific, and I felt proud of myself,
having chosen it without any help. When a photographer came around looking
to see if there was anyone who wanted their photo taken, I jumped at the
chance to record the occasion.
"Before I get so fat that I can't fit into this dress anymore", Alison
added.
Alison seems to have this thing about looking ugly when the baby starts
to show. I can't seem to convince her that she'll look just as beautiful
then. I've ordered a T-shirt for her to wear that has printed on the front
in big letters "Not fat! Baby in Production". I don't know if she'll
actually wear it, but I hope she gets the message.
We've started discussing baby's names. At present we both like Timothy
James (James after Dad of course), for a boy. Somehow, I think it's going
to be a girl, but what worries me is that I might be unconsciously influenced
by the predictions the old woman made on Halloween night. A few things
she said that night have actually happened. I didn't take it seriously
at the time, and I don't want to now.
Some of the names we're thinking about for a girl include Stephanie
(for Stephen), Elizabeth (Lorraine's 2nd name), or maybe
Katherine or Kate after you Mum. We still have plenty of time, but
it's fun tossing ideas around. I remember Niamh telling Assumpta that Ambrose
wanted to name their baby after all the Nolan sisters. That was the baby
they lost. I didn't tell Ali about that. I hope our baby will be OK.
We had a lovely evening. The food was delicious, and we were very relaxed.
Alison looked almost radiant as she sat opposite me. We talked about all
the things we don't seem to have time for at home. When we came home we
had a special nightcap I prepared, then had a wonderful time together before
we went to sleep.
Sun. 7 February
After mass I drove out to the emergency foster family where Damian has
been staying. I collected him and Benjy and brought them home. When he
came out with his bag, containing all his belongings, I was amazed how
small it was.
In the car driving home, I explained where he'd be living. That there
was Alison my wife (I still feel so proud when I say it), and Lisa who
is also in foster care. I explained that he could walk to and from school
each day, except when it was raining, when I'd drop him off.
He asked if we had any pets, and I told him that Benjy would be our
only one. I raised a smile when I told him how come Benjy didn't have a
kennel yet. I explained that Benjy would have to sleep in the laundry for
a couple of nights, in a makeshift bed (cut down cardboard box), until
we could fix up something else more permanent. He agreed that he wouldn't
take Benjy upstairs to the bedrooms.
When we arrived, Damain was delighted to find that Rachel and Lisa
had made some small wooden plaques that they'd hang on the bedroom doors.
The one on Damian's door said "Damian's Room" and had a picture of a doleful
looking dog on it. The one they'd made for Lisa's room had two small pictures.
One was a drawing of a judges wig, the other a mortar-board. They illustrate
Lisa's ambition to become a lawyer.
They've already found a picture of a bright red sports car to use if
Jason comes to live with us. They also showed me an
advertisement for a brand of toilet paper. It features a small boy
sitting on an enormous toilet. His pants are around his ankles, and he's
concentrating on the job in hand. They're going to make it into a plaque
for the toilet.
"Just so visitors know what's behind the closed door", I was informed.
I suggested they could make some to sell at the Bundarra Markets one
Saturday.
Damian was very quiet over dinner, and said very little except when
he was spoken to. He seemed a bit worried about how Benjy was settling
in. We went out several times during the evening, and each time the little
dog seemed quite happy. In fact, the weather being so mild, we've put Benjy's
box outside under the eaves.
After dinner I sat down with Damian and explained our "rules". I told
him how the one to two hours after dinner were generally for homework and
study. I gave him two blank video tapes with his name on them, and explained
that he could use them to tape any programs that he really wanted to see
on TV. He could then watch them in his free time.
Tues. 9 February
Both Lisa and Rachel had indicated that they were interested in trying
out for a part in the musical. In fact it was quickly obvious that Rachel
has a lovely powerful voice, ideal for such a role. She won the female
lead very easily. Lisa is in it too; in a supporting role and in the chorus.
The male lead went to Craig McKay, a senior student from Trinity College.
Anyone who auditioned and didn't win a specific role will be invited to
join the chorus, the dancers or help back stage.
Alison is in charge of all the singing. Pauline, one of the Mums, is
going to play the piano for the rehearsals. Some of the older girls who
are taking Dance as a subject at school, are going to organise the choreography
in conjunction with Alison. Some fathers have been roped in to build the
set, and Rick is incharge of the backstage crew. Tony is going to handle
all the publicity and ticket sales, which leaves me to be the producer.
I had no choice in this after Alison had told Rick about my producing
the play "Ryan's Mother" in BallyK a few years ago. I can't see the same
problems I had then, with either the cast or myself happening again. Just
to make sure of it, Alison and I are going to train a couple of people
in each role in case a disaster occurs before opening night.
Wed. 10 February
We discovered today that Damian has quite a good singing voice. He came
with us to the auditions yesterday, but was far too shy to do anything
but watch. Alison has managed to talk him into joining the chorus, which
is great, because we're short of boys. I think if it all goes well, it
will be a tremendous boost to his self esteem. In fact, after Alison heard
Damian's voice, she said later that she's going to try to organise a few
solo spots for him, where he only has to sing one line or so at a time.
She's going to train him at home until he's really confident, then see
how he goes in the group.
Thurs. 11 February
Charlie, the father who's helping make the set for the musical, has knocked
up a kennel for Benjy. He delivered it today. He's a builder by trade,
so has lots of scrap timber lying around. He made the whole thing out of
scraps he had at home. Damian was thrilled with it, and was disappointed
that Benjy didn't seem to have the same enthusiasm for it. I told Damian
to be patient; and suggested that Benjy would really appreciate it in winter.
We're going to paint it this weekend. We'll then put some of the old carpet,
that I saved from our house, inside.
Fri. 12 February
The weeks just seem to be rushing past, and it's Friday again. The Youth
Group met at Sally's house tonight. She's Charlie, the
builder's daughter. They have a lovely house, and a large swimming
pool that nearly fills the whole backyard.
Lisa and Rachel dived in the water the minute we arrived, and within
a few minutes were happily swimming around. Damian on the other hand held
back, even after some of the boys called out to him to join them. Damian
then explained that he couldn't swim, so was reluctant to go anywhere near
the water. It's something I intend to work on immediately, poor lad.
After they'd had a swim, everyone was called together to share the
plates of hot finger food, straight out of the oven. There were small pies,
pasties and sausage rolls, with plenty of cool drinks to wash it all down.
We then went inside to view a video that was produced by the Catholic church,
on the topic of drugs.
The young people at first were not impressed, grumbling about the topic
having been done to death at school. However, once they relaxed and watched
it, and they saw some of the negative outcomes for people who've taken
drugs, I could see that the message was having some effect. Afterwards
we broke up into three smaller discussion groups, according to age.
I had the middle group, and I think that they hadn't really appreciated
the dangers of trying drugs before. I feel privileged to have been given
the opportunity to work with these young people. It doesn't require someone
to be a priest, but the skills I developed in those six years are now coming
in handy. I hope that I'll be able to have a positive influence on some
of their lives.
Saturday 13 February
Damian and I finished painting Benjy's kennel this morning. It should be
dry by tomorrow, so then Benjy will have a beautiful place to live in when
he's outside. Lisa and Rachel made a plaque for it, and Damian was really
thrilled. I don't think he's been shown much love, nor has he experienced
people going out of their way to do something for him.
Mon. 15 February
Jason was in trouble again over the weekend. He's been told that this time
it's either the Youth Detention Centre or one last chance in a foster home.
I went to visit him where he was being detained. He looked a sad and sullen
young man.
"Hi, Jason", I greeted him. "What's been happening this time?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, so they've picked you up and brought you here for no reason?"
I stated.
He looked up and I could see a trace of fear there. I sat down on the
bed beside him.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I invited.
There was silence for awhile, but when I didn't say anything more he
took a deep breath.
"The f*** idiots say I pinched a car; and I didn't," tumbled out angrily
"So what makes them think you had anything to do with it?" I asked
calmly.
"Well I was in it with Darren and his mate Nuts. Then suddenly we were
bein' chased by the cops, so Darren drove it up a side road, then he and
Nuts got out. When the cops got to us, they nabbed me just getting' out,
on the driver's side. So now they reck'n I was drivin'."
It was all clear to me now. "Hmmm, I see. You were caught in the wrong
place. What have you told the police about it?"
"Nothin'. Mum 'n Dad always told me t' never say nothin' when they
question me."
I checked with the police in charge of the custody section. They were
quite unimpressed, and said that neither of Jason's parents had bothered
to come down to either pick him up or be present when he was being questioned.
A quick phone call to Jason's social worker, and he was released into
my custody until his case could be heard. So now suddenly Jason will be
staying with us too. I rang Ali at work and apologised for the lack of
notice. She was marvellous, as I knew she would be. I spent the rest of
the day sorting out the legalities of taking Jason into emergency care,
and collecting his things from his home. His mother was there, but she
didn't seem very interested in where I was taking Jason. She only shouted
at him for getting into the car with Darren, and then not getting out in
time. She was relieved to hear that Darren hadn't been caught.
I took Jason home and showed him the bedroom that would be his. Over
lunch I explained who else lived with us, and what Ali and I were doing
and why. I showed him over the house and backyard. He seemed quite happy
about the situation, so I thought it would be a good time to explain our
rules. I told him the amount of pocket money he'd have for himself (his
eyes lit up at that) out of his Austudy allowance from the government,
and how much of it he was expected to pay out of it for his keep. He seemed
to be very happy about that; I don't think he's ever been given any of
his allowance to use himself.
Damian was very shy at first when I introduced Jason, but Lisa was
great. She told him that she'd make a plaque for his room at the weekend,
and that he could use her computer when she didn't need it.
Unfortunately, Jason didn't respond very well. He was surly and mistrustful,
and I could see that the burden of settling him in, is going to fall mostly
on my shoulders; as I'm the only one he knows at present. I'm glad the
others didn't press him to talk.
After dinner I asked Jason about Jonno. He shrugged his shoulders and
replied that he hadn't seen him since school last Friday. I pointed out
that Jonno didn't live far from here, and that he was most welcome to invite
Jonno over after school one afternoon, or at the weekend, as long as he
organised it with us and Jonno's parents beforehand.
He seemed to brighten up over that. He asked if he could ring Jonno
up and tell him he was here. I had no problem with that, and let him take
the portable handset into his room.
When he came back down half an hour later, he was a lot brighter. Jonno
was going to ask his mother and let Jason know at school tomorrow. I made
a mental note to ring Jonno's parents later and explain about Jason. It's
a friendship I very much want to encourage. I can understand Jonno's family's
reluctance in letting their son associate with Jason when he's in trouble
with the police again.
Fri 19 February
The rest of the week has flown by. It's been busy, but no major hiccups.
Jason seems to have settled in very well, and Jonno's
parents are going to let him visit tomorrow.
I'm glad that both our boys were happy to come along to the Youth Group
tonight. It was a video night in the hall. We'd hired the new release "Star
Wars, The Phantom Menace". The night started with the delivery of about
ten large pizzas (that quickly disappeared), then we showed the video,
breaking halfway for an intermission of drinks and popcorn (an essential
when watching movies I've been told).
Afterwards Rick took them all for the short devotional segment on the
theme of 'Violence in Society Today'. He stressed how
important it was to be able to separate real life from fiction, using
the video we'd seen, and 'The Matrix' that they'd wanted us to show, as
illustrations of this. He also talked about the difficulty of living in
today's world, and not lowering their own moral standards to that of some
of their peers. He encouraged these young people to stand up for what they
know is right.
I wound up the evening by leading the group in prayer. Next week it's
my turn to give the devotional segment.
On the way home we could see that Damian was completely wrapped in
what he'd seen on the video. He's never seen any of the previous Star Wars
movies, so we're going to hire them so that he can see the other stories.
I can see that he's had a very narrow experience in many things in life.
Jason enjoyed himself and asked if Jonno could come to the Youth Group
next Friday. I promised to speak to Jonno's parents about it. I can see
that if we go anywhere by car, taking Lisa and Rachel, Jason and Jonno
and Damian, we'll need to take both our cars. Or should we buy a bus??
Ali reminded me that Lisa was saving hard and hoped to buy her own car
next year, so probably taking two cars on the odd occasion we needed to,
is the better option at present.
Sat. 20 February
Jonno rode his bike over this afternoon. The boys asked to go down to the
local shops to hang around. I had to say no, because I didn't know what
Jonno's parents views were on this, as well as not wanting Jason hanging
around places where there might be temptations put in his way.
Alison and I are discussing if we can acquire a Nintendo or similar
electronic system that the teenagers all like so much at present. That
way they might be happy to stay at home rather than wander the streets.
I solved the problem today by hiring a game they could play together on
the computer. I might plan an outing in the fresh air for Jonno's next
visit.
Lisa found herself a part time casual job yesterday, working in the
local chemist shop. She works on Saturdays and Sundays, so she can't go
to Sunday Mass, but I'm not going to insist she go. I'd rather it be their
own choice once they get to her age.
This morning I overheard Jason talking to her about working. She suggested
he apply to McDonalds and the other fast food outlets. She offered to help
him write up a résumé. I'll be really pleased if he gets
a job, because he'll feel that he's earned the money. He's already said
that he wants to buy his own Nintendo. He'll also learn that to be paid,
you have to do the work correctly and in the time allocated.
Tues. 23 February
We had rehearsals for the principal cast members again tonight. Some of
them have made a really good effort to learn their lines, but others need
to put in more time to get it all off. The singing is still fairly weak
in some cast members, and that's frustrating Ali.
She's happy with the chorus, although it's still very slow. Damian
is enjoying singing with the group, and looks like a totally different
person when he's in character. I can't quite believe it’s the same shy
boy.
Jason and Jonno came along last week and asked if they could help backstage.
Rick showed them what needed to be done, so both boys are going to help
there. So it's now very much a family affair.
Generally Ali and I are happy with how our 'family' has settled down.
Thankfully Lisa is helping a lot with the cooking, and I take my turn once
a week. But mostly I clean up afterwards when I've packed them all
off to their rooms (Ali included) to do their homework.
Ali seems to be getting very tired with the extra responsibility and
being pregnant. So mostly I've taken it on myself to help the boys with
their homework. Ali has helped Lisa if she's needed it, but generally Lisa
can manage on her own, or she rings a friend for advice.
My main concern is that Damian is very much a loner, and sometimes
this worries me. At other times I think that maybe if he's
happier on his own, then who are we to force him to mix. Mostly I try
to encourage him to socialise with others, but not to force it. He seems
happiest when playing with Benjy on his own. Although he is polite to Jason,
he seems a little in awe of him, and I can't see them ever becoming friends.
I suppose after 13 years of being neglected, and thinking that you're
not a worthy person, it's going to take awhile to grow in
confidence. At least in the chorus of the musical, Damian is joining
in very well.
Thurs. 25 February
Ali saw a biography of Dick Smith written up in a magazine, and brought
it home to show me. She wondered if it might interest
Damian. Dick Smith is now a famous multimillionaire, but he left school
early, having been a loner and constantly bullied. His hobby was building
crystal radio sets, so his first job was working on taxi radios. Four years
later he started his own business "Dick Smith Electronics'. After ten years,
aged 36, he sold it for $25 million. Today there seems to be no stopping
the man. He's quoted as saying that in his unhappy teenage years he hated
school and was no good at his school work. We decided to keep the article
for when it might be needed.
Sat. 27 February
I read the article on Dick Smith to Damian today, but he didn't see how
it related to him. I suppose it may come in use sometime later when Damian
matures more. Meanwhile, he doesn't seem to be unhappy. He doesn't expect
a lot, and is easily pleased. It's his 14th birthday next month, so I'm
determined to plan something special for it.
Ali is now 12 weeks pregnant, although no-one would guess it to look
at her. She says she can feel that some of her clothes are
starting to feel a bit tighter in places. Our baby is now 5-6 cm long,
and all its major organs should now have formed and be just getting bigger.
The bones now have joints, and the ovaries or testes have formed. It's
all so exciting knowing what's happening inside Ali's body, hidden from
view.
Mon. 1 March
Jason had a job interview at McDonalds today. He came home grinning from
ear to ear. He can collect his uniform on Wednesday, and he has his first
training shift on Thursday, straight after school.
He was so excited, no-one else got the opportunity to say much over
dinner. Lisa gave him some advice, but he was far too excited to take it
in. I did have a good talk to him later about planning his finances so
that he can save for the car or Nintendo that he's been talking about.
Tues. 2 March
Rehearsals seem to have settled down, although sometimes things seem to
be actually going backwards. I still have to nag some of the cast to make
the time to learn their lines more thoroughly. I tried to point out that
at present they have the time, before the amount of assessment increases
near the end of term. The sooner they've learnt them, the sooner they can
concentrate on other aspects of their parts.
Thankfully both Rachel and Craig have been very good, and they have
the biggest parts. They also have the heaviest school loads, so they can
say something to the younger ones about their responsibility to the group,
and team work.
Ali is happy with most of the girl's voices, but apart from Craig,
the other two boys who have the main supporting roles and solos are a bit
of a worry. Their voices are not as strong as Craig's, and they lack his
confidence. On the other hand, Damian is excellent. Ali says that she'd
love to have him in one of the other boy's parts, although he looks younger
than he actually is.
In fact, at home she's started to teach him the other two parts as
an understudy, in case something happens, and also to give him confidence
in what he can do. It must be clear to him, as it is to us, that he's much
better than both the two boys in the support roles.
Thurs. 4 March
Jason came home from work tonight at 8 o'clock, after working for three
hours. He enjoyed it, and was very excited. It's the first time he's earned
money for doing something. I overheard him talking on the phone, telling
Jonno about it. It appears Jonno's parents aren't so keen about him going
out to a part-time job, but the boys are working on them.
Mon. 8 March
When I came home from work this evening, both boys were in a very agitated
state. It seems that Jason came across Damain being tormented by some other
boys from Trinity (Damain's school). Jason says he just saw red, so he
went in with fists flying, fighting both boys off very quickly.
Damain claimed that Jason was a hero. He proudly told me that Jason
had given one of the boys a blood nose, and probably a blackeye as well.
Jason said that it wasn't quite as bad as that, but he admitted that he'd
lost his temper when he saw these two bigger boys gang up on Damian who
was alone and didn't seem to have done anything to start it.
I managed to keep a straight face when I asked Damian who they were.
He told me the names of two Year 9 boys whose names were already well known
to me. I wasn't surprised. I talked to the boys and explained about not
taking the law into their own hands, but to call in an adult. However,
I have to agree with them, that there wouldn't have been too many suitable
adults around at the time.
After dinner I had to smile to myself as I heard Jason talking to Damian
as they went upstairs, telling him how to stand up to people like that.
I had a talk to Damian on his own later. I explained that there's no way
he could or should stand up to two of them like that, and in such cases
he must seek adult help. However, I'm going to try to help Damian, so he
doesn't attract that sort of attention in the first place. Unfortunately,
a child who is a loner, without peer support, is always in danger of being
a target just because they are on their own.
Tues. 9 March
When I arrived at Trinity College this morning, I assumed that the discussion
with Damian was probably the end of the incident.
However, as it involved a student from another school, I thought I
should tell the Principal what had happened, and what I'd done about it.
It was fortunate that I did. Through a couple of coincidences that
must have been manipulated from above, I received the phone call from the
parent of one of yesterday's bullies. The mother was complaining that a
large boy in St. Patrick's uniform had attacked her son on the way home
from school. She claimed that her son had suffered a black eye and a broken
nose, and she wanted restitution. She wanted Trinity College to investigate
who had beaten up her son.
When the woman had finished, I informed her that the incident had already
been reported by a witness. That this person had seen her son and his friend
tormenting a Year 8 Trinity College boy who was on his own, until the St.
Patrick's boy had come to the younger boy's aid.
I informed the lady that at this moment, the principal was probably
trying to contact her about it, and I offered to put her through to the
principal. I left her spluttering and coughing on the line, while I transferred
her call through.
The principal told me later that the mother changed her tune very quickly
when the facts were put in front of her. She accepted that her son had
been in the wrong, and hadn't told her the whole story, and agreed to support
the school in it's bid to reduce bullying, She even gave permission for
her son to be included in a program that the school is about to introduce
as part of it's Pastoral Care Program.
Thurs. 11 March
Ever since Monday's incident, the relationship between the two boys has
changed dramatically. Before then, the boys did little
together. There's about 2 years difference in age, but they're totally
different in personality. They were polite to each other, but didn't associate.
Jason had his friend Jonno, and Damian had Benjy. Now, over the last two
days, Damian has been practically following Jason around like hero-worshipping
puppy. He's even asked Jason to show him how to punch like he did.
Jason has handled it all very well. He was treated like a hero by the
rest of the family on the first night, and I think he liked that. He's
asked Damian if he could try some of Damian's tricks with Benjy, and Damian
generously agreed to let him try. He even offered to show Jason how he
does it.
I drew Alison over to the window to have a look. I stood behind her,
and put my arms around her waist, as we watched them playing together with
Benjy in the backyard.
"Isn't it a miracle how those two are now playing together?" I asked
her.
"Hmm. But I wonder how long it'll last though?" she replied.
"Yeah, true." I agreed, "but I think a barrier has been overcome by
the bullying incident".
I'm very hopeful that this friendship will continue. Later on this
evening I saw Lisa and Jason whispering together. They were planning some
sort of joint birthday present for Damian's birthday on Saturday.
Sat. 13 March
Tonight we had a birthday party for Damian's 14th birthday. It was mostly
a family party because there were no special friends from school that Damian
wanted to invite. We did include his little sister Jane. John & Phyllis
and Geoff & Lorraine also came, and so did Rick, Jonno, and Rachel.
So in the end it was quite a large group.
Damian's main present from us and his 'grandparents' was a Nintendo
console and two controllers. Lisa and Jason has bought a game for it out
of their earnings, so Damian was thrilled. The games come in a small box,
which they taped to the underside of the lid of a larger box that they'd
decorated in birthday wrapping paper. Inside the box was filled with shredded
newspaper. There was a lot of fun (and mess), while Damian looked for his
present, that Lisa and Jason insisted was inside the box. He eventually
found it when the lid was turned over.
Rick gave him a book about Australian Wildlife, because Damian had
said once that he wouldn't mind working as Wildlife Ranger when he finished
school. I'm sure Damian really meant it when he said it was the best birthday
he ever had. It was a very pleasant evening, with the young ones going
upstairs to try out the new present.
Tues. 16 March
It's only one week until our full dress rehearsal. Tonight we had everyone
together, and we'll have another full practice on Thursday and Sunday after
mass.
After all the mix ups this afternoon, we definitely need more practice.
The cast all seem to know their lines now, but we had a lot of trouble
coordinating lights and sound with the actors and musicians. Rick had the
rest of the backstage crew well trained, and they were generally on target.
Although, there'll have to be a few changes where parts of the set blocked
some views. Charlie the builder was very obliging, and promised to have
it all fixed by Sunday's rehearsal.
Thurs. 18 March
The lights and sound was much better tonight. The chorus and the dancers
all came in together, so thankfully it looks as if it's all
going to work out. Even the musicians sounded quite good. On Sunday
we have 5 hours if we need it, so we're on target at present. Everyone
went home feeling quite relaxed for a change. Up to now I've been telling
myself that it's an amateur production, and most of the audience will be
family and friends, so if it ends up being a shimozzle our audience will
probably be fairly forgiving. Now I'm not feeling quite so pessimistic.
Friday 19 March
Alison is almost at the end of her first trimester. The nausea has completely
gone, although she can't drink coffee any more. I'm also trying to avoid
her getting too tired, although this is nearly impossible at present. It's
amazing to think that our baby is about 8cm long now. All it organs are
fully formed and will only grow bigger. It won't be long before she'll
be able to feel it move inside her. I just can't wait for that. The ultra-sound
we had done recently was exciting. To see the little heart beating away
was just so fascinating. It made it so real for both of us, to see this
new little human being growing inside her.
In fact tonight I insisted she have a quiet night at home alone, while
I took all the kids to the Youth Group. It was Putt Putt Mini Golf at a
local course. We started off playing golf while it was still light, then
moved across to McDonalds for a burger meal each, before going back to
the hall for devotions. Ali had a quiet night in front of the telly. When
she dropped off to sleep in the middle of a program, she decided it was
time to crawl into bed.
Sat. 20 March
Rick offered to baby-sit so that Ali and I could have a night out together.
We took him up on the offer, and went to an early movie, then had a meal
out before returning home. It wasn't late when we got back, so Rick joined
us for a drink, over which he told us about his evening. Now that Jason
and Damian are getting on so well, they're becoming a pair of terrors I
think.
Lisa was busy studying in her room, as she has an important test on
Monday. The boys were in Damian's room happily playing with Damian's Nintendo,
and Rick was downstairs watching telly. We'd agreed that at their age they
probably didn't need a sitter, but we both felt happier knowing Rick was
there in case of any problems. Now we'll have to insist on this in future.
At about 8.30 Rick suddenly heard Lisa squeal. He raced upstairs to
find Lisa looking absolutely terrified. She'd seen a white face with gruesome
features outside her window. Rick tried to point out that she was on the
top floor, and so no-one could really get up there, but she was adamant
that she'd seen a face. He looked out the window, but couldn't see anything
strange, although he did wonder if a burglar could climb the drain pipe
that was just outside her window.
He was quite puzzled when they heard a giggle from the bedroom next
door, so Rick went in to investigate. The boys looked
suspiciously innocent, playing the Nintendo game. Rick thought that
they'd have been the first to race in and see what the squeal was all about.
When he asked them if they'd seen anything out the window (which was open
and next to Lisa's room), they shook their heads, and barely looked up.
Rick was quite suspicious, and went over to the window to look out.
Again he couldn't see anything. As he stepped back, he kicked something
that turned out to be a fishing rod partly sticking out from under the
bed. Hanging from the fishing line was a polystyrene ball covered with
a white cloth which had a rather ugly face drawn on it in felt tip pen.
Rick picked it up, and looked at the boys.
Damian's lips started to tremble, but Jason just nonchalantly continued
the game. When Rick told them that Ali and I wouldn't be pleased, both
boys confessed, and offered to apologise to Lisa; which they did. As punishment,
the Nintendo was turned off and packed up, and both boys were meekly sent
into their own rooms. This was accepted as fair when they realised how
much they'd terrified Lisa.
I have to admit, I found it hard not to smile as I listened to Rick
relating his evening. I described to Rick what had happened two weeks ago.
I explained how I was pleased that the boys were actually doing things
together, like Steve and I did as brothers. I'm really thrilled about it,
although it's a pity it scared Lisa.
Sun. 21 March
After mass and a quick lunch, we were all back to the hall for a marathon
rehearsal. By this time next week it will be all over. Rachel's voice was
croaky, and we all tried to get her to relax and not strain it.
There were a couple of young people missing, so it was difficult to
have a complete practice. There's always the worry that they'll miss the
opening night. I hope they put more effort into getting there then, than
they do to rehearsal. Luke, one of the two boys in a male supporting role
complained that he wasn't feeling well. At least he turned up, but he left
early with an elevated temperature. For my own sake, I've decided not to
worry about this unless it becomes serious. We managed to get through most
of the parts twice. It's all coming together, but there's still a lot of
room for improvement.
Mon. 22 March
Ali and I received a phone call from Luke's mother; Luke has mumps, so
will be unable to perform in a few days time. We looked at each other -
Damian? It must have been a premonition that had Alison train Damian as
an understudy for these parts. We called him in to ask him if he felt up
to it. There was a slight hesitation, then "Yeah, I think I can do it,"
he replied with a confidence that we wouldn't have associated with him
a month ago.
Surprisingly, once he'd agreed to do it, it didn't seem to worry him
at all. And yet in some ways he's still unusually shy and nearly scared
of his own shadow. It's only when he's singing or acting that he relaxes
and doesn't seem to be afraid. When I later asked him about it, he replied
that all he had to do was follow instructions. He didn't have to think
about what to say for himself, it was already written down. He did admit
that he'd find it hard to play a character like Craig's, that was really
strong, and was a 'real tough guy'.
Ali went over the part with him this evening. I think he's actually
better than Luke, but the makeup people will have to try to make him look
older. I rang the mother who's in charge of the costumes, and she seemed
to think it would be possible to sort out that problem quite easily. Let's
hope that we've now had our crisis, and everything will go smoothly at
the weekend.
(Full Dress Rehearsal) Tues. 23 March.
We started rehearsing straight after school, with full makeup, hair and
costumes. I explained to both cast and crew what had happened to Luke,
and how Damian had agreed to fill in. The spontaneous clapping was a great
boost to him and everyone.
By 5.30 everyone was on edge. Lines were forgotten, spotlights in the
wrong places, mikes not working. I was frustrated and started getting impatient
with people who were not to blame. It's only 3 days until our first performance,
so it's too late to change things.
Ali could see what was happening, so beckoned me over and suggested
we all have a break. I called everyone together and pointed out that we
only had 3 days to get it right. I asked them to work together as a team.
I implored them to watch everyone else, so each person was ready for each
thing they were responsible for. The people on the spotlights had to concentrate
and watch where the actor was standing, and to use the script. The musicians
must watch the conductor, not the actors. The lead singers had done it
all perfectly before, only this time it was in costume; nothing else had
changed since Sunday.
I pointed out that every job, whether it was in the spotlight or backstage;
every job was equally important to the success of our
project. The backstage people were the only ones who didn't seem to
be making mistakes, and I praised them for the excellent job they were
doing. I finished by saying that the audience would judge us on the overall
performance, which is only as good as the weakest link in the chain (or
team).
After everyone had eaten some pizza and had some drinks I told them
we'd start from the top.
"This time everyone concentrate so we don't have to stop." I challenged
them. "Let's try to get through the whole first half again
before we have a break".
It's amazing how my pep talk must have worked. I think they realised
that I was really disappointed and angry with some of them. This time they
all really concentrated, and everyone supported each other and pulled together.
I was very relieved when we finished the first half without having to stop.
They'd all earned their break.
"Let's get into the second half now," I called out after a 10 minute
break. "The sooner we get started, the sooner we can all go home." I added.
"The last time it was almost good, let's try to repeat it, or even better
it."
The second half was quite OK too. There was only one hiccup when the
curtain rose on a half-ready set, while another scene was being played
out in front of the curtain. There was also a loud clank as Craig "kicked
the bucket" and then "put his foot in it". Once we'd dispensed with the
jokes, I suggested a different placement for the offending bucket, and
we made a slight adjustment to a light to eliminate a shadow. Then we were
able to finish the rest without interruption.
We finished the rehearsal with a prayer, asking for good health and
restful nights sleep. I reminded them all to be at the hall at 6pm for
a 7.30 start. At least tonight they realised how long it takes for hair
and makeup when there is a whole cast to get ready.
At home I told Damian what a good job he'd done. He looked quite tired
and I ushered his up to bed quickly. Alison also looked tired. This musical
has taken a lot out of her. In hindsight, it may not have been such a good
idea. She insisted she was OK, so while she got ready for bed, I prepared
a warm milk drink that I hoped would relax her, and help her fall asleep
quickly.
Fri. 26 March
We were both very nervous went we arrived at the hall tonight. I kissed
Ali briefly and we wished each other all the best. Rick called everyone
together in Prayer and asked for God's help in ensuring everything went
smoothly.
The curtain went up on a darkened stage within 5 minutes of the starting
time, and the band began the prelude. The lights came up at the right time,
on the right spots, so it was a perfect start. There was a moment of panic
when Craig was concentrating on Rachel and almost missed his que. He just
made it. Young Love!!! Still it's only a few months ago when I was behaving
irrationally, worrying about Alison. I don't think I'd ever like to go
back to that again.
At interval we sent out a few people to gauge the audience's reactions,
and all reported back that everything was positive. The second half went
smoothly. Any errors were minor and obvious only to us, and wouldn't have
been picked up by the majority of the audience.
When the curtain came down there were calls for more. An encore, and
still calls for more. One more encore and although we were given a standing
ovation by all our kind friends, that was it. We still have another night
tomorrow, so I called it a day fairly quickly. I could see that Ali was
nearly dead on her feet; and Damian looked rather beat too. I ordered everyone
to get to bed a quickly as possible, with a sleepin in the morning.
Sat. 27 March
Like I've found before, tonight's performance was not as good as last night's.
The cast and crew were more relaxed, which meant they didn't concentrate
as well. There were a few errors in the speeches, a few lines missed out,
but I don't think the audience noticed. On the whole, they were great,
laughing in the right places and clapping good performances.
When the curtain came down we all felt a great sense of relief. Ali
and the conductor were asked for a curtain call, then myself, Rick and
the musicians, before one last encore. It was lovely to see Damian's face
went he came out for his curtain call. It was fun, but a lot of work. Next
year at this time we'll have a baby to think about, so I don't know if
we'll be able to help, that's if they want to do it again.
The after party was very nice. I noticed that Jason was starting to
chat to one of the girls who was in the chorus. He's growing up too, so
that will be a whole new experience for Ali and I. Jonno was left standing,
so he went over to talk to Damian, who was standing by himself.
Rick was very happy. The two nights had made over $2000, so he's going
to use some of it on a leadership camp he wants to send a couple of the
older students on. A large part will subsidise some of the young people
on a Youth Group Camp in the Snowy Mountains in the school holidays.
Alison was very pleased with the singers; and so she should be. They
did an excellent job, thanks to her hard work. I could see that she was
exhausted, so I asked Damian if he was ready to come home. Rick offered
to bring Lisa and Jason home later, as they looked like they were still
having a great time.
Mon. 29 March
There was a good review of our musical in the local paper this morning.
Alison was commended on the competence of the singers, and both Rachel
and Damian were singled out as having a possible future in singing when
they left school.
Damian enjoyed the praise, but said that he definitely wanted to work
with animals, preferably out in the bush. I must take him out on walks
more these holidays, now that the musical is over and we have more time.
Wed. 31 March
I was at St. Patrick's today, and the news of our successful musical had
reached them earlier in the week. There was a suggestion that it could
become an annual event, but I'm not sure if I could cope with that. Although,
I have to admit it was good for the students to work together in a team
to produce such a polished performance.
Personally I'd like to do something with more of a Christian message
if we were to do it again. As soon as I wrote that down, I
thought of when I was told in BallyK that Fr. Mac's idea of a suitable
play was the life story of one of the saints. I don't think that, but I
would like to do something that had some more meat in it; some sort of
message for the young people of today.
School breaks up for Easter tomorrow, then it's two weeks holiday.
We're all looking forward to it. After Easter, Lisa is going to have a
few days at Rachel's house, and Damian is going to stay with the family
who looked after him and his sister Jane in January. I asked Jonno's parents
if they'd be willing to have Jason with them for a few days so that gives
Ali and I a few days to ourselves.
Our baby is nearly half way, with just under 5 months before he or
she is due to be born. That will change my life completely I
expect. Ali is going to teach for one more term, until the winter break
in June, so it's important she gets enough rest now.
At the end of the second week we've agreed to help Rick and Tony supervise
the Youth Camp, although they've promised that Ali won't have to do much
other than relax and provide a female presence. So there's still a lot
to look forward to later this year.