My week last week was pretty mundane to begin with but then things hotted up..
My brother returned from Fiji where he spent time with his new family as per his new wife.
He turned up at our home at about 7 pm and was told freezing cold and totally worn out so we told him to stay the night. He slept on the floor on an air mattress in front of the lovely fire.
The next night he came over for dinner becasue he was a bit sick of eating curries and he also said ‘If I ever see another bgrain of rice I will die’
He was craving an ordinary meal with mashed potato, peas, beans, carrots, and meat with gravy so we provided. He scoffed the lot wish much relish! Hubby even heated up a christmas pudding with custard. Mmmm that went down a treat.
My brother showed us some of the photos he took while he was over there in Fiji and a couple of videos.
They were a lovely family. Very hospitable and caring. They looked after him so well he felt guilty. He said they wouldn’t let him do too much.. Every time he picked something up to do something with it, someone would come and take it from him and do it for him. Most of the family live in a 2 bedroom house and he and his wife were given the largest bedroom and the rest of the family slept in the second bedroom or on the foor in the loungeroom. We were quite concerned for him leaving Australia and going to a strange country and to stay with people we didn’t know but it was wonderful. Now we are all waiting for his wife’s return to Australia as we do miss her and we have planned to do more things to help her learn our culture and about our food etc…
Last night I was watching tv and saw a program called ‘Sunday Night’ on channel 7. The reporter was doing a segment on people smuggling. The smuggler was on there and told the reporter how he ‘ripped off’ these people to bring them to Australia, taking their money and promising the world but no guarantee. He told them to make up a story to tell our authorities to ensure they were able to stay here. Being Tortured, victimised etc… But they aren’t. These people pay thousands of dollers to get here and a lot of them don’t make it. Some even put up the papers to their homes to these smugglers and if they don’t make it they have lost everything.The Sri Lankan authorities are after them now and they want them all returned. The stupid thing is… Our Govt believes all their stories and allows them to come here under that guise. Then we hear they get PR and all go home for a holiday! The ones who come here by the right way are angry about it too.
I met an asylum seeker after he was released from a detention centre where he waited for 2 years to be processed. He said he was a shepherd in the mountains of his country and he didn’t have any trouble there but he just wanted to come to Australia for more money. Now he is going to tell the authorities he has depression because he misses his family and he knows his family will all be brought here too. His elderly family members don’t and won’t speak english because they don’t have to. The Govt provides an interpreter for them and they just stay on the dole for the rest of their lives. They don’t have to work. This was a real wakeup call to me but he had it all organised. I thought it odd he didn’t care what he told me but I suppose he also knows our stupid Parlimentarians don’t know and don’t care anyway. They let it all just happen because it gets more votes!
I have said it once and I will say it again. I don’t begrudge anyone a job or a decent living but when the sytem we rely on is rorted like this and I have no work, then I am bloody angry about it. I will be emailing the minister for immigration and having a shot! I will also send them a link to the program and urge them to watch it as well.
Then I had my birthday yesterday. It began very quietly as hubby went to work and little irl went to her friends place for the night. I’ll be honest, I was terribly lonely in the morning. Then at about 11 am, there was a knock on the door. It was the family. All bearing food and gifts, cards and best wishes. We had a lovely morning tea and my spirits were again on the up!
I’ve been washing bed linen for a week due to our little dog weeing on it at night. Bark Busters fixed that! My neice had them over her house to help with her 2 dogs and one of them was doing it on her son’s bed. She was telling me about it and I gave it a go. Bugger me… it worked. No more wee on the bed. The worst.. Climbing into bed at night and finding a wet spot. Ugh! Wake hubby, strip the bed, wash the plastic protective cover, dry it, re make the bed then climb in again. Exhausting.. It was a simple little thing and it worked. She now goes on the spot we picked out for her. We have incontinence sheets in a couple of places so if they cannot get outside, they can still go where it’s ok! I love successful interventions…
So that was my week… There were other things which really got to me but not enough room here for it..
I do hope your week was better.