Day 10

Day 10 was not so good

But I did not stray too far

A small slice of apple pie

A bit of custard

Now I have to say of apple pie

The fruit was way too sweet

And custard, I did not get much of

My son he helped me there.

Even though I caved to temptation

I am not unhappy with myself

For all in all I’ve eaten most healthy

For the ten days before.





The morning dawns

The birds awake


No other sound to make

The kids are blissfully tuckered out

The house is content in cleaniless

For me,

My brain says time to rise

This means today I have the luxury

Of an early morning exercise.

Bird v Car

A bird call and a car motor

Compete for making noise

The bird is done quite quickly

The motor fades away

Which will last the distance

Until the end of days?

Day 8

Day 8 has come

Day 8 has gone

And just the slightest craving

Icecream I wanted

Icecream I drooled

I was very good

I simply distanced myself.

Those windows I have

Looked out of for weeks

Needed a wash clean.

One craving now abated.



Celebrating healthy?

I simply cannot remember

How many days I am into my health kick

I am not yet in the double digits

I am, somewhere, I hope past the sixth.

Perhaps it is my seventh day

And things are going surprisingly well

We had the end of term party

No sugar did I partake of.

I ignored the oreo muffins

And the lemon drissle cake

I did not touch the chocolates,

Nor the cranberry crackers and quince paste.

I stuck with the fruit and sushi and a small slice of vegetarian slice


No celebratory end of term wine

Greeted me at the door when I got home.

I did not crave a chocolate

I did not want a drink.

So today I was taken by surprise

When a relative gave me a call.

You see he’s getting married

That is something worth celebrating

But I have spent my life celebrating

With chocolates, wine and sweet cakes


How do you plan to celebrate

When all those things are out?

Guess I will have to be creative

With dinner now tonight.

Fishing on an open dam

Wind creates ripples

Unfixed, like the sand

Paddle past the dead timber strands





Fingerlings hide in fallen timbers

Snags and logs and lifeless trunks

Safe from hopeless fishermen

Let us hope they avoid the Barramundi.

Day Three

Day Two is done

Day Three is finished

27 left

No sugar

But fruit

Perhaps I should have

Worked out what two peices were

Today I had a conference

And I avoided baked goods delicious

But no vege sticks or cheese and dip

Just scrumptious cut up fruit

Oh dear!

At least I did not partake

Of conference mints and softdrink

Not a bad effort for Day Three

Day Four dawns a new challenge.

Upon this wood

Upon this wood

Outlook over the sea

Brass plaques are attacted to thee

Memories of ones gone before

Lost at sea

Not on the shore.

30 day challenge

Medical testing coming up

Preventative for sure

But just in case

I launched a job

30 days of fitness

30 days of healthy living

85 minutes of activity

12 000 steps each day to beat

Three strength sessions over the week

A swim per week in winter cold

Limit my bread to twice a week

And carbs to twice a day

No sugar added in anything

From chocolate I will refrain

Perhaps a glass of red will suffice

And put a hold on too much fruit

Lots of fish and veges

I’ll put my chompers into

And in a month once tests are done

Hopefully the results will make me smile

But even if something is found

I will have made a good start

To being a fitter and healthier me

My 30 day challenge to then continue

The trick, as many teachers will say

Is  not the healthy living

It’s managing on restrictive chocolate

Come the next end of term time 🙂


Saturday night football

Saturday night is rather quiet

The football you see is on

You’ve got a pick of AFL

Or League and Union tests

The TV is not mine for the viewing

When football hits the screen

And as I don’t like listening

To commentators as they preen

I tend to hide away from sports

Except for Summer Tennis.

A friend once was disgusted

By my encylopeadia of ignorance

And she marched me to a TV screen

And taught me the rules of Rubgy

Then I actually played some touch

I even managed a try

But no matter what interventions

My friends and family have tried

I still do not like viewing whilst listening to idle ramblings

I will not watch the football

When commentators are going on.


Writing job applications

As a graduating uni student

I, of course, wrote quite a few

I got very good at them

And shouting my own trumpet.

I found a glass of wine would help

But certainly not over two.

Roll through the years

And roll on some more

And imagine an aspiring teacher

The first application I did submit

My principal, he did a flip

“What is this thing that you have done?”

“I do not recognise the style.”

“Where are your selection criteria?”

It appears my days of excelling

At the job application where done.

A few years later

My casual persuit of a higher job

I serious up and write to the selection criteria.

“Yes but how did you do that?”

“Why did you do that?”

“Break it down into bits.”

My protests fell on deaf ears and the applications piled up in the bin

Then one day, I got a short listing

Sigh and grin Selection Criteria Win!

So just imagine my dismay

When I go to apply to a job today

And opening up my selection criteria

Update a little then read the ad.

“Suitability statement is required”

What the F….



My own little erupting volcano

Teaching in a science Lab

Earth Science is not that exciting.

How can you demonstrate

Volcanic eruptions and plate tectontics?

Our Scientific Officer found an exciting prac

Settle some cold wax

In the bottom of a beaker

Layer it with sand and water

And add it to the refridgerator.

Get the students to boil the water

When it was nice and cold

And sit and watch that glass

Til it’s starting to get old.

Without any warning

Hot wax, erupts through sand

Quickly it cools down

Eruptive landforms thus created.

Now that seems all quite fun

And the students did enjoy.

Until one of the little sods

Decided to have a play

Wax ended up in the drain holes

And one thought it could be chewed like gum

Another decided to heat the sand to see if the beaker could break

Yeah Gods!

They turned a fun prac

Into my own little erupting volcano.