Rescue a lost dog


It was a typical Sunday morning and Glynis and I were on the way to Mum’s for weekly lunch.  In the car as usual we brought along our two dogs, Friday and Bruno, who had just been showered in the morning.  It was a short drive and 4.3 km later we arrived at Mum’s.  As I parked and got out of the car I noticed another dog on the driveway seeking my attention.  That was odd, and the first thing that came to me was to greet the dog and also be careful of Glynis opening the rear door, fearing that Friday would jump out and attack the other dog.

As we ate, we had already been talking about taking the dog back to the RSPCA.  Since the dog had a tag and number (15135192) it would just be a matter of time it would be reunited with its owner.  But during lunch I soon noticed someone walking around by the back fence of our house. Could it have been the owner searching for the dog?

Not it wasn’t.  It was the guy who was looking after someone else’s dog and let it run away.  Here is a picture of Bruno and Friday with Kelvin, a Schnauzer, who got a free feed!



A catch up with my favourite school teacher


This week I caught up with Warren Senn, my primary school teacher at OLOP. It is precisely twenty years on since 1994 when I finished up at OLOP at aged 10. I thought it would be an interesting idea to organise a catch up with Warren to tell him how I am today and also recap on what we thought of each other all those years ago.

I think what made it easier for me to make contact was the fact that he is now a Psychologist, running his own practice, Lixivium Consulting on Bourke St. Naturally, I thought it we would be in his nature to be curious about how I grew up, survived, ended up. And, I was right about that. How amazing it was that he psycho-analysed me better than anyone ever had before. I felt comfortable really listening to what he had to say.  In addition to this, what I found particularly impressive was how clear his memory was in terms of remembering how I was back then, how I worked, played and behaved. 

Our coffee catch up lasted about 45 minutes and covered much more than the past but also the present and the future.  Unfortunately, Warren had to rush off to head back to the office and I could not ask him to for a catch up photo of us; however, we did commit to staying in touch with each other. 

A couple of months ago I was bored and decided to draw a photo of something from primary school. Okay, I’m not artist but this drawing depicts school sport showcasing my friend Jamie’s abilities at a young age as I watched on.


Contact Every Person…


This is a tough one, but it is now an official task to make contact with every single person I am connected with on my phone, Facebook, and LinkedIn.

There does not have to be anything to be gained, but its really just an opportunity to say something meaningful (to say hello, to wish people well, to find out more about whats happening, etc).  It is quite obvious I need to tread carefully as messages can easily be received the wrong way. Already I am feeling hesitant about this as there are some people who I really don’t want to make contact with…Oh well all the best to you Moe…





Catching up with my namesake…


Today I received an email reply from my namesake who confirmed his interest in meeting up with me the next time I am in Hong Kong. This is great! Whats more interesting was that it was his call to do beer or drinks!


This item will remain open for a little while…  To be completed within a year or so.

World War I


Taking the opportunity to learn about the first World War. Day one of fighting occurred 100 years ago and I thought it would be respectful to for me to learn about our history, which saw 60,000 Australians give up their lives.

Who knows in another life maybe I would have had to fight in a war? Perhaps I could have been one of those 60,000 to perish? Conscription in Australia ended in 1972 when Gough Whitlam came into power. I have always wondered how different my life would be had I done some time in the defence force, maybe in the reserves.  How would I have fared? Maybe I should count myself lucky….


I am committed to attending the ANZAC Day Dawn Service next year.