We are all back after Christmas, gladly.
Some of us were laid up sadly.
Everyone was sharing how they spent their break and quite INTENSLEY
Conversations are going on everywhere between us all.
The actual list of participants did unfortunately fall.
Fiona and me. Dave and Sophie. Dave and Greg. Dan and Sue and, of course, Alby.
We all congregated at the garden cafe that was very, very noisy.
The musicality of the cutlery being stashed.
I can visualise them being crashed.
Alby went back to his car for his  ⛱️ umbrella.
A  rainbow one for a funny fella.
I said
“Alby, you look like a LGBT community supporter.”
He replied that he was, of course, an Ali.
Dan responded
“ALBY, at least you  have my back.
Then we  all started on the garden track.
We came to the very loud orchestral water feature
To amplify our walking adventure.
The coordinated pink’s purples and reds were in a magnificent spread.
Fiona caught Alby and me on our phones texting collectively.
Are you writing poetry too, Alby?
He responded.
“No, sorry.”
I think he leaves that up to me.
Alby shared a theory about Devils Dust.
I googled it, and it was really detura a plant you can never ever trust.
Fiona complimented me for my new fragrance. Blush.
I hope I don’t use it all up in a rush.
A miniature train passed us by, and it was not on a train track.
A woman waved who was sitting at the very back.
We all rested at the Garden cafe.
Where my feet started to feel OK.
I think I need to lose weight for my foot condition to go away.
I might ask my gp about it today.
Thank you again for Communify.
We all looked forward to Christmas passing us by.
To rejoin the Compass Walking Crew.
The best thing for our mental health to actually physically do.
Thankyou.
V.C.S. ©️

Fifteen Crew members today. It was a hideously hot 🔥 and humid day. Tenaya is a new Communify Support Worker working in SustainingTenancies and the Compass Walking Crew. Gregory is back with us and was chatting with Dave that he previously knew. I informed him of Kirsty and I being in the Art From the Margins Art Exhibition on the 3td December. I hope he does remember We have Dave and Sophie Fiona and me. Louise and Wendy. Dan and Gary. Kirsty. And Alby and Billy. Plus our serious newcomer is Cathy We were heading to the Art Exhibition of Griffith University. 🎨 Alby is partial to Griffith because that is where he has done his degrees. Social work and Photography. Kirsty bumped into her friend on a push bike. She looked and sounded just like a lady I know from Big Fork Theatre at least a look alike.. Noel has the same coloured hair and voice and height. I took a second look to see if I was right. But I was not. Omg Today is seriously hot Hot 🔥 Hot. We found that the Undergraduate Exibition was over and the new one didn’t open until 11am so we got our takeaway refreshments. We are so so, flexible with adjustments. I went with Wendy into the GCA Gallerie and we chatted with Vickie Satchwell who has a vagina feature on undies with Bollocks earings in the exhibition. It was in the peep show section. We listened to a introduction to the William Pentridge I AM NOT ME, THE HORSE IS NOT MINE at the Griffith University Art Museum. It was very loud and Stalin driven. The exibition was so we reflect on our own mortality. Like a flower 🌼 only blooms showing beauty for a brief time and then it decomposes sadly. OMG. The film exibition was too loud and chaotic for me. I call it insanity. I really liked the movement under the horse image. That was great mime, synchronisity. Strong on political imagery. Violence and no silence. Who loved it. Kirsty and Gary Thanks to Communify. V.C.S. ©️