Suck a stone!

Well, peoples, it's been nearly a year since we saw some action over here.

We must all have shocking memories. I'm giving Mum a pass on this because she has all those names to remember and it has used all her brainspace.

Who are you? I am AndraVicDani. Or most times I am "Honestly-Danielle-you-are-a-source-of-annoyance" which can be a bit
of a mouthful at first, but you can work it into something good.

I don't know about you, but I have thought of this blog weekly (or is that weakly?) hope that someone has seen fit to remember something and put it over here.

Anycause, I have come here with a request. You see, I grew up hearing some of our family's stories, but never having lived a part of it (yes, except the poisoning of Michael, but honestly. I think that it was mostly attention seeking behaviour on his behalf, now that I think about it. It wasn't ALL me. Most of the time it WASN'T me at all! I was just standing nearby) but those stories of you guys have now worked themselves into my own little family's life. For instance, Riley and Tully quite often tell someone to 'suck a stone!'. Whenever someone is bemoaning something the others see as petty, they are told to suck a stone.

Why?

Because, when Dad (granddad) took you guys across the Gobi Desert on Fraser Island without water and someone complained of being thirsty, the story goes "Well, pick up a stone and suck it!".

Tell me the story. Who was there? Who was thirsty? Who was the one that (foolishly? bravely?) asked for a drink? How old were you? Did it really ... no. Don't answer that, I don't care if it really happened or not. It's part of MY story now, so it has to stay.

I miss you guys. I hope you write back.

signed
Honestly Danielle.