Archibald went to a party yesterday. Now, I’m quite used to parties involving violins, live dance troupes, French canapes and light conversation over seafood. Personally, I find it all a little bit tiresome; just once I’d like a group of school chums over for a good chat, and maybe some of this ‘fish and chips’ business that commoners talk about all the time. It sounds rather scrumptious, I must say.
Alas, Mother and Father seem obsessed with seafood. But anyway, this party of Archibald’s. It was indeed a school chum and it sounded like a real hoot. You maybe have heard of indoor play centres. Bayswater has one, so says Matilda from class 3C, and they sound a little bit frightening, if also rather fun. Now, Mother and Father would never let us go to one, as they are for the common folk, but Archibald’s friend had another idea. He had some engineering folks come and set up a play centre on the mansion grounds, so they had the place to themselves. The entire structure was temporary, or so I’m told, and they had marvellous fun with the custom-made delights and entertainment.
This makes a little bit more sense to me. The play centres of which I have heard before seem to cater more to a younger audience, perhaps even younger than myself at the age of seven. No doubt there would be fun to be had, but perhaps it would be in limited supply. By Archie’s telling, there were engineering puzzles, mathematical conundrums to be solved and a host of other intellectual pursuits that made the party much more fun than simply playing one one’s own whims. Or rather…I think so.
Perhaps once I would like to try a play centre. They are also birthday party venues, Bentleigh East and Bayswater being two such examples. Imagine such a thing! Oh, to be one of the common folk, if only for a day…
Daddy says that our anti-insect system in the mansion is ‘state-of-the-art’. I will have to ask my tutor, Copernicus, what that actually means, because I simply can’t make head or tail of it. He was on edge for a frightfully long time after Mummy discovered ants in the bread bin. The whole place was in an uproar, so much so that I had my friend Matilda over for a playdate and we had to go out on the grounds to one of our treehouses to escape the ruckus.
Men in funny suits running back and forth, Daddy barking orders…I later found out that he had summoned every pest control expert from Mornington and beyond to the house, and they were slightly surprised to find that they were all there at the same time. It was like a convention, I suppose. Matilda must have thought that our home had gone utterly mad. I rather think it had!
Now, the mansion has all kinds of ways out keeping the animals outside. There’s also a panic button in the kitchen that Mummy can press if she sees a termite or a cockroach, and it’ll summon a pest control agent. I rather think that Daddy dislikes insects and bugs somewhat, given his reaction. He sacked the entirety of the kitchen staff and brought in new ones, then gave them extensive training in spotting infestations. Golly, I’d hate to see how he’d react if he knew I was keeping a stray rat in my room and feeding him random bits of French brie I manage to steal from the afternoon tea platter. I think he likes it, but I just think about how Daddy would react if he saw my little friend. Then again, he never actually comes into my room, being far too busy with office matters. Mummy wouldn’t understand either, and I just know that Archie would tell on me, the little beast.
Those termite control people from Mornington are terrible efficient, however. Perhaps it’s time my rat friend found a new home. Then he could bite someone else for a change.
I was channel surfing today, which I usually do right after lunch when I’m a bit tired from playing croquet with the girls or taking a helicopter tour. We just bought the deluxe gold platinum ultra shiny premium plus package, so we have ALL the channels and sometimes surfing through them all can take an entire afternoon. I mean, really. It’s time-consuming!
Sometimes I get stuck on something I find interesting, most often the animal channel but today the health channel. I saw something and just KNEW that we had to get one for the mansion. Maybe two! Oxygen therapy in Melbourne is taking off, and I know because a fellow in a white coat said so, on the TV no less. They don’t let people on TV unless they’re trustworthy; that’s what Vera said! Anyway, this oxygen thing just involves sitting in a glass box thing and getting healthy. Now, I love the treadmill, don’t get me wrong. But I need to look into this oxygen therapy thing, because no matter what mode I select, I always end up SO out of breath. What if I could get more breath? More breath would be nice.
Ooh, and I just picked up yoga! I do wonder, what are the chances of being able to hop inside your hyperbaric chamber thingy and do some yoga moves? My personal yoga teacher is from Albajeria and he’s SO harsh. I’m ending up totally exhausted with all that stretching, and he just tuts and says I’m not trying hard enough. If I had an oxygen chamber…well, I’d never be out of breath!
I’ll have to look it up on the computer machine, or have Sebastian do it for me because that thing baffles me! There must be somewhere in Melbourne that does hyperbaric chambers who’ll make one of their tanks just a little bit bigger to accommodate my stretches. If not…well, I could always just spend my afternoon nap in there. Yoga is so hard…
Typical: you order your windows from an esteemed Estonian company, have them shipped over specially and then at the first sign of a storm, they all show themselves to be worthless. This was meant to be quality European double-glazing, and now the study window has blown in. My red-grade files were almost ruined by the rain.
It’s unacceptable. I’ve half a mind to simply buy out the company and install sub-par coffee machines on every floor that dispense the wrong drinks. However, the paperwork would be absolutely frightful. Currently I’m devoting my efforts to finding a place in Melbourne that does timber window replacements. Buy local, that’s what my Father always told me. Support the local economy until the way when you become rich enough to take it over. It’s essentially sowing the seeds for your own success! It’s worked for me thus far, but right now I have to have the mansion windows replaced. Quality Australian workmanship, this time!
Perhaps it’s time for a change. I have a large viewing window in my study the looks out upon the mansion grounds, gilded with timber beams and specially crafted to allow the greatest viewing space. However, I’m rethinking the design. I host business partners in my study on occasion, and one must keep up with the times. Aluminium is currently a big-name product in the window industry, so perhaps it could be incorporated. Cecelia will have a fit if I replace the window in the library, but for my private study this may suffice. Yes, perhaps…if aluminium windows in Melbourne are the trend, I must keep up with the Joneses. Dirty, money-grubbing Joneses. Always trying to impress with their fancy villa on the hill. Well, Whitehall shall stand tall with its aluminium windows, the pride of the community! And it may help me to seal a business deal or two. Another thing father taught me: dress to impress, and that includes your office space.
-Percival Clancy III
Golly, technology certainly moves apace! I try to stay out of the study- that’s Percy’s private space, and all those filing systems just confuse me- but when I’m passing I can hear him talk about all kinds of things. Then there’s the dinner table conversation, most of which I just smile and nod at because Percy and Archie just talk business while Madeira and I talk about the latest fashion when they get properly engrossed.
The flavour of the day was video production, which I suppose I understand. Percy’s client needs some sort of wedding video, and Melbourne businesses are clamouring for a bit of the action. It’s some celebrity wedding, and you’d think I’d know because I follow ALL the latest celebrity trends. Perhaps it’s that nice couple from Single Guy; they certainly caused enough of a stir when the main guy refused to give a petunia to the fan-favourite and ran off with one of the girls who’d been eliminated in the first week. Caused quite the stir! If the opportunity came up to film the wedding, there might even be a bidding war.
I know Percy does a lot of property management, bless him, but he just keeps coming up with new pursuits. Ah, it doesn’t matter much to me. We’ve quite stable, and it gives me time to work on my tan, and other personal projects. Come to think of it, I think we have our old wedding video stashed away somewhere, perhaps in the records room. We certainly made it a lavish ceremony! Several politicians in attendance, no doubt hoping to brown-nose their way into some kind of lucrative deal, but I tried to ignore them as I was flown in on a custom helicopter shaped like a swan, parachuting to the solid-platinum altar. Oh, we had such fun!
Maybe I should dig out the old spot of wedding videography. Melbourne just got a new show, Extreme Weddings. I could be on television! Again!
When we first bought this house it was extremely run down. None of the plumbing worked and a few of the walls had gaping holes in them. It was definitely a fixer-upper, and fix up we did! We decided to do most of the work ourselves to cut down costs. It was fairly extreme DIY but Rob is very handy with a drill and I know my way around the grouting. The process was fairly stressful, we had our fair share of arguments and a couple of cuts and scrapes too, from the building work not from each other. So now, two years later we are preparing to sell the place. This time we are letting the professionals guide us, Rob has hired a property staging company based in Melbourne to come in and make our house look ‘buyable’.
It really is a shame we have to sell the place, if we had been a little more careful with our budget during the renovations we have may been able to afford to stay here. It seemed at the time it was best to go the extra mile and make everything perfect but perhaps if it had been just less than perfect we’d be able to enjoy it. The good thing is we should be making an unbelievable profit on the place, especially if the property stylist can maximise the selling value by the percentage he thinks he can! Although I like our spin on the decor, apparently it doesn’t appeal to the mass market. The stylists are bringing in lots of warm tones and curved surfaces. We do live in a pretty vanilla neighbourhood and our out-there style has never gone do so well. When I cut the hedges out front into celestial shapes most of the neighbours complained that it didn’t fit in the with the ‘street-look’. They liked it even less when I then trimmed the hedges into various human anatomies. Let’s just say I had a lot of parents complaining about their kids asking a lot of questions.
As a life coach I have seen it all. From career breakdowns to marriage failures. I have been there in the best of times and the worst of times. I am here today to dispense some wisdom about studying in later life. I get many clients who tell me how stuck they feel and how frightened they are of retraining in a new area by going back to school. My latest trauma came in the form of a woman wanting to get as far away from the corporate life as possible and follow a childhood dream of becoming a makeup artist.
I guided her through signing up to complete a diploma of makeup, Melbourne has some fantastic learning institutions that are renown within the industry. This should allow her the flexibility to continue to working on the days she isn’t studying. It is not always about taking a massive leap but often about slowly pacing yourself towards a goal. My latest client had always wanted to work in the beauty industry. She had even taken makeup shorts courses in Melbourne while at university but was sucked in by the promise of money working in international finance.
Now years into her career she finally feels ready to set that final goal of working as a beauty therapist. The diploma of beauty based in Melbourne is her first big step, handing in her notice to her current job is her second and then her final stop is landing that dream job!
Digestible chunks is the term given to this goal setting strategy within the life coach industry. It can be scary to turn your life around after years of the same monotonous routine but it always pays off when you are doing what you truly love. Whether it be beauty and makeup studies or archaeological digging, there is a pathway of digestible chunks waiting for you to grasp it!
I’m so excited I can barely breathe. After applying for months and months for any and every job out there on the market, someone has finally decided to give me a go. Well, they haven’t hired me yet exactly, but I’m meeting with a guy, and that’s the most I’ve heard back from anyone in months. And it’s not just any old job either, it’s an amazing job. My dream job, in fact. I would get to work at one of the best nurseries in Melbourne!
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been a complete green thumb. I’ve spent hours boring my friends to death talking about different plant species and whenever I see a plant I like, it just consumes me. I have a little experience doing something kind of similar, I worked on the grounds of my old school for about six months after I finished, but this is an absolute dream come true.
To make myself the best candidate I can possibly be, I’ve been reading up like crazy. I realised that there’s a huge gap in my knowledge about summer flowering bulbs, and to be honest, flowers in general. Working on school grounds I mostly just dealt with mowing the grass, but private study I’ve mostly focused on trees and ferns. So naturally I’ve been reading up like a madman, trying to learn as much as I possibly can about every type of angiosperm under the sun. Having said that, I decided to start with bergonias. I just figured they’d be a good entry point. Besides, the tuberous begonias is absolutely fascinating.
Still, though, I feel vastly under qualified for this role. I realise they’re probably going to be looking at people who have degrees in horticulture, which I certainly do not have, but I hope my enthusiasm about the subject will be enough to make them at least consider me.
What an age in which we live. Such a time, full of technology and scholarly progress, where technology is swiftly taking the place of man! Well, maybe not the ‘place’…but I do love my self-serve checkouts. There always needs to be that human nanny hovering over them and scanning their little cards when someone/thing stuffs up, but they’re a great boon to supermarkets. Human interaction is truly a minefield.
That’s why this new app is just me all over, and I’ve had the privilege of being a beta tester! It’s the result of three years of effort on the part of a few geniuses, coming together from software development courses, web design, app design and a few more disciplines. It looks amazing, it’s totally discreet and it works. It really works. Basically, you just put your phone on the table during a date, having activated the app beforehand. You ask a few leading questions- they don’t even have to be direct- and the app analyses all of their answers and gives you an accurate view of that person’s true personality. Because no one is their true self during a date, right? It’s all a bit superficial, trying to be the funniest and most charming version of yourself regardless of whether that’s actually you.
And then the date ends. Before you can go back to wherever you live and get total sucked into how wonderful and magical this person is, you can review what the app has said about them. The one time I’ve tried it, the app told me that he was a political leftist, he has residual maternal issues, is likely overprotective of his game consoles and believes that cats have souls. Yick! Lucky escape!
The app is having trouble getting off the ground due to accusations of inaccuracy, or something…maybe privacy as well. All I can say is that it makes ME want to take up a course in web design somewhere in Melbourne. Apps that judge people? I’ve got to be a part of this.
It runs in my blood, I tell you. Like, there’s ice in my blood, but not in any of the bad ways. Like, I’m a pretty nice person, but ice skating is in my blood and I have to talk about it, sometimes even when other people are talking. Isn’t that odd? That’s rather odd, yeah, but we all have our passions.
Now, it’s my dream to one day be an ice skating instructor, because I can’t think of much else that would be better than passing on my knowledge. I suppose the only problem there is that I’m a terrible teacher overall. I just keep talking about myself, and how I managed to accomplish this or that…and I genuinely think that I’m doing some good. Like, if this student gets what I did, first hand from the source, it’ll all click! Except that’s not so much how people work. Everyone learns differently, and see how I totally get that outside of lessons? I can say that, but the few times I’ve taught have ended in light disaster. There was that one girl who flew over from Russia to be taught by the Yugoslavian fellow. He was off ill with some kind of yellow flu, or blue flu, or some other coloured flu. Anyway, i was the next most senior ice-skating expert, so they told me to show her some of the moves. I performed all of them flawlessly, then asked her to try. Now, she was a prodigy in the making, but not quite there yet…and she was only six. Perhaps a quadruple aerial spin followed by a skating no-hands cartwheel and finishing with performing the splits and jumping up into a flourish was a bit too advanced. She tried and failed, so I thought I’d regale her with some of my tales of how I strove to learn this move. Forty-five minutes later, I’d just finished the tale of how I got caught in a snowdrift trying to rescue an arctic fox in the middle of a meditation session on the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro when she said she had to go home. Boom, ice skating lessons were over for the day and she hadn’t learned a thing. I can be terrible. But at least I KNOW I can be terrible, so…I can be better.