Truthful Tuesday: 9 August

This week Di, of Pensitivity 101 is our guest host for Truthful Tuesday while Melanie has some time out. Here is the question.

Delivery or Takeaway

Would you be bothered having a Chinese/Indian/Chippie/Pizza or similar on your doorstep or would you enjoy the convenience of having a takeaway outlet within walking distance.

My answer is. It depends. I can see pros and cons for both. As I don’t drive having a takeaway close by would be nice for me. I could walk to get an occasional treat. When I lived in Geeveston, I was 2kms from the shops so after David got sick, I really didn’t get takeaway at all. It would have taken me half an hour to walk home with it. Here at Sisters Beach there is only one shop which is a cafe/takeaway/general store. It is less than five minutes’ walk from home on an adjacent street to ours. We don’t get a lot of takeaway but sometimes it’s nice to get a pizza or a burger or some fish and chips. Actually, if I had to drive to a takeaway I don’t know if I would bother. It seems a nuisance to get the car out just to go and get food. The main time Naomi and I get takeaway food is usually if we’ve been out somewhere and we’re going to be late home. We might stop off at McDonalds in Burnie for a meal instead of having to start cooking late.

Sisters Beach General Store 2020

So yes, the convenience of a shop close by is nice. On the other hand, there are the issues of noisy people and cars parking in front of your house if you live really close to it. That would make our dogs bark all the time and would be a nuisance. During the warmer months the new owners of our little shop often have live music in the garden next to the shop, there is a bar and sometimes a food truck will park there as well. It is very nice for the locals who haven’t had anything like that to enjoy for years, but sometimes we can hear the music inside our house even with doors and windows closed and it is not really our sort of music. As we live in an isolated place, it’s twenty minutes’ drive to Wynyard, I don’t begrudge people their entertainment but I wouldn’t want to live next door to it.

On the whole though I would say there are more pros than cons to having a takeaway close by. Just not too close.



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. The closest place to us is slightly more than a mile and it’s a big hill, so it’s not easy walking. We depend on delivery and pickup — and mostly, I cook. A lot. I cook a LOT of food pretty much every day, except for a couple of days when we order out for pizza or sandwiches. I don’t mind deliver, but I’d like it more if the food was better. It’s kind of mediocre AND expensive.


    • I often used to walk to Geeveston, it would take me about half an hour but only one slightly steep section. There was no footpath so it was sometimes a bit hard on the feet. However in the last few years I was there I rarely had to walk the whole way there and back. Someone I knew would always be driving by and stop to offer me a lift. Sometimes even people I didn’t know. It was that kind of town. Here I struggle to get a ride anywhere even if I ask around.


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