Gillian Lesley Scott
Scots born Australian. Tales of being human. Despite aiming for the highest good of all, not always successful
Songs for my Funeral
Songs for my funeral... A rather different playlist I suppose And one I’m not sharing in prose But I’m not getting any younger
Tea with Australia's Charles Manson
There didn’t seem to be anything remarkable about the man sitting in front of me, as a new tenant of a council owned flat, he was entitled to a welfare visit to make sure he had access to the right housing Benefit. We wanted to make sure that any new tenants wouldn’t get into arrears with their rent.
I hate Facebook
Well I was looking for something different To write about And Lo and behold You send me a friend request God I hate Facebook!
I’m sorry but I am the worst sewer knitter or crocheter than ever lived. I would LOVE to be good at crafting in a conventional sense.. in any sense .. I can knit a square sew on a button dodgily. That’s as far as it’s ever gone, much as I’d like it to be different.
A Different Craft
“In character, I brandished a pair of craft scissors.. as I fashioned a piece of silk into an exotic throw ... “ (Deb in Precious by Olivia Na)
Sun Soaked Lessons
I learned something new that summer Something I never thought of doing on this, or any perfect day The waves beat the shore not too gently
Where was my summer?
Where was my summer The summer that I dreamed of the most In a hemisphere Far from here And long ago It’s fire was gentle and caressing more a warm soothing breath
Thank you Just so you know you weren’t a big mistake But you weren’t like other friends The chemicals of brain and heart