One Damp Day

By Julie K Parrott

It is difficult to accurately describe what lies within except to say it is borne from a sometimes thoughtful, sometimes reckless, often illogical, but always imaginative, mind.
The collective came into being one dreary, wet day when, bored with the thought of housework I cobbled together a raft of my passionately written rhymes and musings, which until then had lived in a dusty cardboard box under the bed. It certainly isn?t poetry, but it does relate to many different aspects of life as viewed through the lens of an imaginative mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Aug 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524515614

Julie K Parrott

Born in Adelaide, South Australia, Julie moved to the Northern Territory in 1970. As a mother to three daughters, she spent most of her adult life in Darwin, playing and coaching tennis and taking an active role in the delivery of public policy. In 1988, Julie was recognized in the Women’s Register for her contribution to sport in the Northern Territory community and in 2000 she was awarded the Australian Sports Medal. In 2004 Julie was admitted as an Associate Fellow to the Australian Institute of Management; in 2006 awarded the Administrator’s Sporting Role Model Medal; and in 2011 the Chief Minister’s Medal for her service to the public sector. In mid-2011, Julie, along with her partner, and beloved pets moved to Queensland’s Sunshine Coast. Quickly changing her written style from formal government speak to creative, she now spends her time penning anecdotes, travelling and sharing her life with her partner, daughters, six grandchildren and good friends. Whilst Julie often pens rhymes or musings she also remains committed to helping people put into words the stories they have to tell, believing it is the honest battlers from the suburbs who have some of the most sensitive, interesting and fascinating tales to share.

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Copyright © 2016 by Julie K Parrott.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2016912600

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5245-1563-8

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CONTENTS

Preface

UNRELATED RHYMES

Why?

A Moment

The Bully

Strength of Love

My Father’s Passing

Weighted Decision

Death

Through Youthful Eyes

Regrets

Why is Sorry So Hard to Say?

The Board Room

Tea Club Set

Ladies Lunch

The Dripolator (1)

The Dripolator (2)

Tuesday Night Tennis Vote

Garbo Strike

To Live

Storm

My Friend the Sea

Work Values

Neat and Refined

Michael J. Crocodile Dundee

Aussie Revenge

A Touch

Loo Invention

The Need

A Little Wee

Nine Days

The Test

RANDOM MUSINGS

. . . Joyful…

. . . Romantic…

. . . Forgiving…

. . . Lamenting…

. . . Thoughtlessness…

. . . Wandering…

. . . Rambling…

About the Author

About the Illustrators

A passion to achieve is a pretty good place to start.

To Alecia, Kristin, and Amanda, I am blessed to have such strong, compassionate, and amazing women in my life.

Preface

What follows is the result of one damp day and nothing to do. In reality, with two dogs and a cat loose in the house, cupboards overflowing, and a pile of mending, there was plenty to do; it just happened to be boring.

So it looked like spending the day naval gazing, scoffing chocolate, melancholy or sleeping. But it was the thought of sleeping which stirred the mind to what was under the bed. And that was a cardboard box containing a pile of unrelated rhymes and random musings passionately written over the years to shine a light on special moments. However special, they had been left to disintegrate in the dust and dark. That was until one damp day. Maybe, they should have been