This is my Show and Tell for this week. For others standing at the head of the class, click here.
On Tuesday, the 13th May this year, I drove two hours down to Sydney to attend a freelance writers seminar. (I am a freelance writer). My baby was due in six sleeps time; the co-ordinator of the seminar was afraid I would go into labour any second. I LOVE being in Sydney, especially at night. Like New York, Sydney never sleeps, and is a welcome change to the slow life I live here on top of the mountain.
I was early, and ended up taking a whole heap of really cool photos, just for the hell of it. The course was held at the Sydn.ey Writ.ers Centre, which is right on Sydney Harbour. When most people think of Australia, they think of the Opera House, and the Harbour Bridge ... and I knew I wouldn't get out much for a while, newborn and all, so I soaked up my last night of freedom.
My hubbie, Mr TC, had been getting very, very bad tummy pains for weeks by then - I nearly didn't go down, because I was so worried about him. But he reassured me, said that he was fine, and that we would find out tomorrow what the problem was.
Well, we definitely did find out what the problem was .... the infamous cancerous black mass of tumours in his intestines, finally reared their ugly existence the next day, Wednesday the 14th May. Our whole world has been turned upside down since that day .... I can't even describe or process it, because I'm still living it.
Suffice to say, the photos I took of Luna Park, on my carefree, frivolous night before That Day, took on a whole, new, sinister meaning to me. Like the Gateway into the Funpark of Terror, don't you think?