#84 Donuts are not Type 2 Friendly…

Well of course there not πŸ˜‰ For better or worse that decadent cinnamon donut passed my lips anyway. Did I feel any semblance of guilt? Don’t be ridicuous. I felt quite jubilant actually. So I’m feeling happier today and I’m grateful for that. It’s not directly connected to the donut consumption πŸ˜‰

Mama has spent the last 2 days bunkered down in the face of Tropical Cyclone Veronica. She’s bored out of her brain and drinking red wine πŸ˜‰ She’s hasn’t got anything to clean and has cooked more food than she alone can eat, and is alternating binge watching Netflix and Youtube with sleeping. The town where she lives – and I used to live – is on Red Alert. That basically means stay inside and shelter from the storm. You get a little stir crazy when you can’t get out. Mama is usually always at her Salon working or going out or doing something. Everythime I speak to her she sounds incresingly crazed. It’s funny but also slightly disturbing πŸ˜‰

Don’t worry, she’s perfectly safe. We have been through so many cyclones. We first moved to Port Hedland on my 14th birthday. Back then we didnt even have the interent let alone Netflix. When cyclones came through, your power went out, it was hot and awful. If you didnt have generator to run your fridge all your food went off. Now the town has underground power so you still have your airconditioning and who could survive a cyclone and lock down without the internet. iN the old houses you used to have to open these hatches one the side of the house opposite to the wind or something to stop the roof from being blown off. Not even kidding you. The police would drive around the town with their sirens blaring and lights going to let everyone know we were on Red Alert. Our first house even had a cyclone shelter in the back yard. Man this makes me feel old hahahaha! Anyway I lived in that red dirt town for just over 30 years of my life. Guess thats why it will always be home. That and the fact that Mama is still there. Makes me wonder where I will end up. Started life born and bred in London England, emmigrated to Australia in 1982. My guess is, Australia will always be home. Who knows πŸ™‚ xo

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