Share Your World 2022: 24 January

Castel Felice

Today, or rather yesterday, because I’m writing this on Tuesday morning, was the anniversary of our arrival in Australia in 1966. Technically we arrived in Australia on 19 January when our ship docked in Fremantle and all the passengers were processed by Australian immigration but we had several more days on board ship before disembarking in Melbourne. I used to celebrate this day but this year I didn’t really feel like it. The government told us that we had to open up and learn to live with Covid. Now Australia is a Covid hotspot and many businesses that traded through the lockdowns are now closing due to lack of staff. I feel sad when I read of all the deaths, mostly of people of my generation and the one before us. Australia Day is tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll be celebrating that either. I’ll celebrate next year, maybe.

Aussie & Aboriginal Flags


12-17-2021  Cyranny  “What’s the worst day of the week for you?”  Why?

I don’t have one any more, since I no longer work. I looked forward to my one day a week of volunteering but currently I’m not even doing that because of Covid.

1-3-2022   Mrs. A (Jazzocracy)   Mrs A proposes a question for a future SYW. “Would you ever consider posing naked or semi-naked for the camera or a live audience (acting in a play)?”

That’s easy. No.

1-10-2022  Di    With the recent energy crisis here in the UK, would you prefer electric, gas, oil or some other means of heating your home?

Well, I’m not in the UK but heating and cooling are expensive anywhere. In Adelaide we used to have natural gas and I liked that. It only cost us about a dollar a day and we only really needed heating for a few months of winter. I have no idea what it costs now. Probably a lot more. We use electric heating here and it’s not cheap although it ought to be because Tasmania has hydroelectricity. I think it has got worse since we were connected to “the grid” and started selling excess power to the mainland. Solar heating would be good, clean energy but not practical for us as our roof is nearly flat.

1-10-2022  Marilyn  When this pops up later tonight, I MIGHT have thought of a few questions. Like: In your household, who takes care of the bills, taxes, and other financial stuff? Is one person responsible or is it a shared chore? And this has made me notice that my phone is missing. Oops.

Naomi and I are still working that stuff out but as I was in the house first it is mostly me. When I lived alone obviously it was me and when David was alive, we shared it.

1-10-2022  Yinglan  Not sure if this question was asked before. It’s a bit of a silly one: If you can have any one job (real or fiction) in the galaxy (yes, the galaxy, I’m widening the search radius, imagining relocation to other planets possible), what is that job?

Well as I’m nearing the official retirement age, I don’t really want a full-time job even one I would like doing. I like blogging and hobbies more than working. However, if the world was as it used to be, I’d probably choose something that allowed me to travel occasionally, the way that travel agents sometimes do familiarisation trips. Being a travel agent was something I used to think I would enjoy, helping people plan their holidays. I enjoy talking to visitors at my volunteer job. I’ve always liked helping visitors to my home town even when I was working in the railways as a cleaner so I’d probably enjoy a career in tourism. If it were possible to travel the galaxy the way we used to travel the world, comfortably, without needing to be an astronaut I’d probably like to go and take a look but I’d want to work here, where I live now.

Travel diary and note book, my sister knows me well.


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. I think we are ALL depressed in some way. This whole COVID plague has made these past years a long, slow grind. Now, we weren’t all that social anyway, but not being social voluntarily is one thing, but not being able to do anything is something else. I’m not so lonely exactly, but I feel displaced, as if while I slept the world turned under me and I am not longer in any place I recognize. Everything is weird.

    This lockdown and isolation is stealing our last years and I totally HATE it. All those anti-vaxxer morons are not just killing themselves, they’re killing a lot of other people and ruining life for millions of others.


    • I’m actually going out more lately than during lockdown as we take a drive to various places on Sundays. While I don’t like crowds generally it’s sad to see a once bustling market almost deserted so I really prefer when we visit a park or a country drive. I think what gets me down the most is that so much of this could have been avoided and the sense that the government doesn’t really care what happens as long as they don’t have to spend any money. In my darkest moments I wonder if it’s a plot by millenniels to get rid of all the old people.


  2. Thanks Vanda for Sharing Your World! The situation in your part of the world is (sadly) world-wide. Just yesterday I wanted to finally get my cell phone working (mission accomplished) and found the ‘customer service” wait time for dial in calls was over an hour. The chat? I was 85th in line. Yesterday I tried again and was 20th in line. I played solitaire and waited to the chat window to open, which it finally did after 45 minutes (could have called in) . The annoying bit was that their canned message while customers were trapped on hold was “Due to COVID, wait times are extended due to lack of staff.” At least they were honest. But that situation is EVERYWHERE. Fast food places here are begging for workers and offering really good wages to tempt the few remaining persons to work for them. It’s a very frightening time. I’m glad you can go to a park or a nice quiet country type drive and relax a bit! Here it’s far too cold to even consider doing that. I’m on board, btw, with your paranoia about the millennials. I do think they’re trying to knock us off! 😉 Have a great week!

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