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Crocheted poncho

MEASUREMENTS

MATERIALS: 7 x 50g balls Panda Regal 4ply; 4.00mm crochet hook or size required to give correct tension; knitter’s needle for finishing ends.

TENSION: This poncho has been designed at a tension of 3 patts to 8cm and 6 rows to 10cm over patt, using 4.00mm hook.

ABBREVIATIONS:

alt = alternate; approx = approximately; beg = begin/ning; ch = chain; ch sp/s = chain space/s; cm = centimetres; cont = continue; ‘Crab St’ = work as for dc but working from left to right instead of right to left so that sts are worked backwards; dc = double crochet; dec = decrease, decreasing; dtr = double treble; foll = follows, following; inc = increase, increasing; incl = inclusive, including; lp/s = loop/s; patt = pattern; rem = remain/ing; rep = repeat; sl = slip; sl st = slip stitch; sp/s = space/s; st/s = stitch/es; tog = together; tr = treble; yoh = yarn over hook.

Foundation chain = the length of chain made at the beginning of a piece of crochet as a basis for constructing the fabric.

Turning chain = one or more chains, depending upon the length of stitch required, worked at the beginning of a row.

SPECIAL ABBREVIATION

‘Pair’ = (yoh) twice and draw up a lp in next st, (yoh and draw through 2 lps on hook) twice, miss 4ch, rep from to once, yoh and draw through all 3 lps on hook.

PONCHO (worked in one piece, beg at lower back edge)

NOTE: This stitch is much easier to keep correct once you have worked a few repeats. As it better to learn over 15cm of ch rather than 104cm, we strongly recommend you work a sample square to familiarize yourself with the stitch as well as to check your tension.

Work your sample square as folls: Using 4.00mm hook, make 41ch.

Work 9 rows patt. Fasten off.

CROCHET PONCHO

Using 4.00mm hook, make 233 ch.

1st Row: Miss 6ch, 1dtr in next ch, ‘Pair’, 4ch, 1dtr in same ch as 2nd part of Pair, rep from to last 4ch, ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into last ch … 37.5 patts.

2nd Row: 6ch, 1dtr in first st, ‘Pair’, 4ch, 1dtr in same st as 2nd part of Pair, rep from to last dtr and turning ch lp, ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into 3rd ch of turning ch lp.

Last row forms patt for rem.

Cont in patt until work measures 42cm from beg.

DIVIDE FOR NECK OPENING:

1st Row: 6ch, 1dtr in first st, (‘Pair’, 4ch, 1dtr in same st as 2nd part of Pair) 13 times, ‘Pair’, turn.

Cont on these 14 patts for side of neck.

2nd Row: 6ch, 1dtr in first st, ‘Pair’, patt to end.

3rd Row: Patt to last dtr and turning ch lp, ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into 3rd ch of turning ch lp, 4ch, 2dtr in same ch as 2nd leg of Pair, make 47ch for front of neck, fasten off.

With right side facing, miss (next nine 4 ch sps and top of Pair) at back neck, join yarn with sl st in top of next dtr, 4ch, miss 4ch, (1dtr, 4ch, 1dtr) in top of next Pair, ‘Pair’, patt to end.

Cont on these 14 patts for side of neck.

2nd Row: Patt to last (dtr, 4ch, dtr and turning ch), ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into 2nd dtr, 4ch, 1dtr in same place as 2nd part of Pair, turn.

3rd Row: 8ch, 1dtr in first dtr, ‘Pair’ working first part of Pair into same place as dtr, patt to end.

Attach end of extra neck ch to 4th ch of turning ch lp, taking care not to twist ch.

4th Row: Patt to last dtr and turning ch lp, ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into same ch of turning ch lp as join, 4ch, 1dtr in same ch as 2nd part of Pair, then working across extra neck ch, (‘Pair’, 4ch, 1dtr in same ch as 2nd part of Pair) 7 times, ‘Pair’ working 2nd part of Pair into dtr, 1dtr in same place as 2nd part of Pair, patt to end.

Cont in patt until work measures 42cm from extra ch at neck edge.

Fasten off.

TO FINISH:

With right side facing and using 4.00mm hook , work 3 rounds dc and 1 round ‘Crab St’ evenly around neck edge, inc or dec as necessary to keep work flat. Fasten off. With right side facing and using 4.00mm hook, work 3 rounds dc and 1 round ‘Crab St’ evenly around outer edge of poncho, inc at corners, and inc or dec as necessary to keep work flat. Fasten off.

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I stole from my best friend

As I grew up, there was little stability in my life and I had little confidence in what the future would bring. My father left my mother and me for another woman when I was just two. My poor mother never came to terms with the devastation of losing the family for which she had always longed. She turned to alcohol and gambling and sought escape from the real world. Previously a successful small business owner, her enterprise gradually failed and she spent increasing time lying on the lounge or entertaining the regulars at the local hotel with her antics while in a drunken stupor.

Confused and lonely, my childhood was spent trying to cover up for Mum. I suppose I tried to be the adult. The innocent and sad part of the child I was believed that if I was “good” enough, I could fix everything and bring her contentment. By the time I reached high school, my eagerness to rectify the desperate situation had been replaced by embarrassment at the way my mother would behave in the presence of my friends and utter humiliation at the state of the public housing home we had moved to, which always seemed to be filthy, littered with bottles, cans and takeaway wrappers and reeking of cigarette smoke.

When I was 19, I met Tom. Even today he continues to be the most accepting, trusting and least judgmental person I know. Naturally, Tom thought it strange that I would resist all of his attempts to pick me up or spend time at my house and meet my mother. As we got to know each other, I would go to extraordinary lengths to concoct stories as to why I needed to meet him at his house or in the city and why it was more convenient to hang out at his place. When he did finally see Mum and my home, his only response was a heartfelt, “You’re wonderful”.

I spent extensive time at Tom’s house and grew to know his wonderfully accommodating family. It was with the Jacobson family that I learned how functional a family could actually be. I never expected to form such a close and apparently firm friendship with Tom’s sister Gina. She befriended me in a way no other female had before; she wanted to know all about me and wanted to socialise with me even when her brother wasn’t around. As I came to dispel the voices that told me I could never really belong with the beautiful Gina and her group of friends, the disgust and embarrassment at my mother and my home grew. The phone had been disconnected and notification had been received that the electricity was to be cut.

One night while out in the city, two other friends and I accompanied Gina to an ATM. We had all indulged in alcohol and Gina was laughing and dancing as she conducted her transaction. A group of young males were standing behind us and they joined the other girls and I in encouraging her behaviour, but I was pathologically drawn to her fingers as they pressed the digits of her PIN into the keypad.

The boys accompanied us to the next hotel and one of them was showering Gina with attention. Feeling quite separate from the festivities, I sat at a table with all of our bags placed in the centre. Gina’s debit card was protruding from her purse, which had been thrown nonchalantly inside her handbag. As I reached for the card and withdrew it from her purse, I could only think of how I deserved a life more like that of the Jacobson children. An uncharacteristic anger burned within me as I watched Gina dancing in the centre of a circle and thought of my home, my desperate mother, the empty refrigerator and our complete lack of hope.

Very early the next morning, the heat within me had not abated. I withdrew a considerable amount of money from Gina’s account and comforted her with Tom as she sobbed and expressed her disbelief at how the apparently nice guys we had met could do such a reprehensible thing. She felt used and gullible. I felt fake and artificial, yet I knew I would never admit to my thievery.

Two years later, I now live with Tom and Gina continues to treat me as more than a friend — she treats me as a sister. I invested the money I stole from Gina in my mother and although it is a slow process, she is getting her life together. No one has ever suspected me of the terrible thing that I did and I have joined in the condemnation of the person who robbed Gina. However, it seems having my mother slowly return to me is a twisted reward for my betrayal.

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Blue eyes

Question:

I have blue eyes. What colour eyeshadow should I use to bring out my eyes? Thanks.

Kelly Sloan

Answer:

The best colours are warm browns and of course, the new pastel blues that are available. Keep the rest of your make-up simple and wear a lip-gloss instead of lipstick.

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Diabetes

Diabetes

By Annette Campbell

Linda McRae knew she was on the verge of developing Type 2 diabetes and had every intention of not letting it happen.

“I’d had a pre-diabetic condition (was glucose intolerant) for a while and had been warned that it could develop into diabetes,” Linda explains. “It did scare me a lot, so I started to watch what I was eating to try to get my blood glucose levels under control.”

But life threw a few twists and turns her way and Linda lost the control she thought she had over her health.

“My marriage broke up, I stopped working full-time and I also started studying, so I was far more sedentary than ever,” explains the 43-year-old mother of three and part-time law student from Newcastle, NSW.

“Also, my daughter got really sick last year — we nearly lost her. So it probably wasn’t that I was eating more or differently, it’s just that I wasn’t exercising and was under a huge amount of stress.”

When Linda was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in October last year, she says she was, “Pretty upset but thought, ‘It figures’. Self-pity took over for a couple of days, then I thought, ‘I’ve got to do something’.

“I knew immediately that I didn’t want to die or worse, have a stroke and need someone else to feed me for the rest of my life.”

So Linda re-gained control.

She admits she is still technically overweight but has already lost an impressive 14kg since the August prior to her diagnosis. She’s now determined to keep slimming down and is on a four-dose-a-day medication for her diabetes.

“I test my blood glucose levels four times a day as well and thankfully they’ve gone down considerably. Someone once asked me if it’s a hassle, but I feel more in control because I can monitor this myself and do what I need to, to stay healthy.”

Linda’s recipe for her own health is moderate exercise, a sensible diet and plenty of stress relief.

“It wasn’t just my eating habits but my lifestyle, including being under an enormous amount of stress, that was unhealthy for me,” she says. “So now I combat stress by taking time out for myself. I go for long walks or read a trashy book as a break from my legal texts!”

And her message for others who might think diabetes won’t happen to them is simple. “It can. So talk with your doctor and heed his or her advice if they say you’re at risk.”

Do it for diabetes

The Great Australian Bite is on throughout April, to raise money and awareness of diabetes. Invite some guests to share a bite to eat and to make a donation to Diabetes Australia. For more information about the Great Australian Bite or to learn more about diabetes, visit Diabetes Australia’s website: www.diabetesaustralia.com.au or phone them on 1300 136 588.

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Why you should train your dog

Why you should train your dog

Many owners believe that dog training is only for those who wish to compete in obedience trials. This is akin to believing that only children who grow up to be doctors and lawyers should attend primary school!

Unlike “training” children, we are unable to sit down and explain to a dog why we wish for them to act in a certain way and what the consequences are of inappropriate behaviour. It is necessary to learn how to get the dog to understand our wishes and ensure that he responds.

Obedience or dog training clubs will guide the owner in the methods used to “train” dogs. The most effective methods utilise the dog’s wish to please his owner, and he will readily do this if he is rewarded liberally with praise for the correct behaviour.

Ten reasons to spend time training your dog:

  1. Training a pet dog is really an education for the dog and owner in how to live in harmony together.
  1. Training means spending time with your dog ? at least 10 minutes a day, practicing lessons learnt at “school”. Both the dog and owner should find this time fun and it helps to strengthen the relationship between dog and owner.
  1. The dog will learn to respect the owner as the authority figure.
  1. Training will help overcome some common problems such as jumping on visitors.
  1. Training will add variety to the dog’s life and help prevent boredom, which in turn overcomes the behavioural problems such as digging and unnecessary barking that often arise out of boredom.
  1. Training impresses people. While all the dogs around you are out of control you will be proud of your dog’s response to your commands.
  1. Trained dogs are easier to handle when grooming or at the veterinary clinic.
  1. Some councils give concessions on annual registration fees for trained dogs.
  1. Trained dogs may compete in competitions. While it may not be your intention to train to this level it is possible to get hooked. Training should always be enjoyable and is a challenge for the dog and owner to achieve new levels. Competition ranges from basic commands through to agility, where dogs compete against the clock over an obstacle course, and tracking where dogs must follow a scent to find a person.
  1. Dogs that are trained are a pleasure to take for a walk and a pleasure to own.

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With No One As Witness

When she turned off the ignition that evening, Barbara Havers remained inside the Mini, once again listening disconsolately to its sputtering engine. She rested her head on the steering wheel. She was knackered. Odd to think that spending hours upon hours on computers and telephones was more exhausting than hoofing round London to track down witnesses, suspects, reports, and background information, but that was the case. There was something about staring at a computer terminal, reading and highlighting printouts, and running through the same monologue on the phone with one desperate set of parents after another that made her long for baked beans on toast – bring on a tin of Heinz, that ultimate comfort food – followed by a horizontal position on the daybed with the television remote tucked into her hand. Simply put, she hadn’t had an easy time for one moment during the first two endless days of the investigation.

First there was the subject of Winston Nkata. Detective Sergeant Winston Nkata. It was one thing to know why Hillier had promoted her colleague at this particular point in time. It was quite another to realise that, victim of political machination or not, Winston actually did deserve the rank. What made it all worse was having to work with him in spite of this knowledge, realising that he was just as uneasy with the whole situation as she was.

Had Winston been smug, she would have known how to cope. Had he been arrogant, she would have had a bloody good time taking the piss. Had he been ostentatiously humble, she could have dealt with that in a satisfyingly biting fashion. But he was none of that, just a quieter version of regular Winston, a version that affirmed what Lynley had indicated: Winnie was nobody’s fool; he knew perfectly well what Hillier and the DPA were trying to do.

So ultimately, Barbara felt sympathy for her colleague, and that sympathy had inspired her to fetch him a cup of tea when she fetched one for herself, saying, ‘Well done on the promotion, Winnie,’ as she placed it next to him.

Along with the constables assigned by DI Stewart, Barbara had spent two days and two evenings coping with the overwhelming number of missing persons reports that she had pulled from SO5. Ultimately Nkata had joined the project. They had managed to cross off the list a good number of names in that time: kids who had returned to their homes or had contacted their families in some way, making their whereabouts known. A few of them – as expected – had turned up incarcerated. Others had been tracked down in care. But there were hundreds upon hundreds unaccounted for, which took the detectives to the job of comparing descriptions of missing adolescents with descriptions of the unidentified corpses. Part of this could be done by computer. Part of it had to be done by hand.

They had the photographs and the autopsy reports from the first three victims to work from, and both parents and guardians of the missing kids were almost universally cooperative. Eventually, they even had one possible identity established, but the likelihood was remote that the missing boy in question was truly one of the bodies they had.

Thirteen years old, mixed race black and Filipino, shaved head, nose flattened on the end and broken at the bridge…He was called Jared Salvatore, and he’d been gone nearly two months, reported missing by his elder brother who – so it was noted in the paperwork – had made the call to the cops from Pentonville Prison where he himself was banged up for armed robbery. How the older brother had come to know young Jared was missing was not documented in the report.

But that was it. Sorting out identities for each corpse from the vast number of missing kids they had was thus going to be like picking fly poo out of pepper if they couldn’t come up with some kind of connection between the murder victims. And considering how widespread the body sites were, a connection seemed unlikely.

When she’s had enough – or at least as much as she could handle for the day – Barbara had said to Nkata, ‘I’m out of here, Winnie. You staying or what?’

Nkata had pushed back his chair, rubbed his neck, and said, ‘I’ll stay for a while.’

She nodded but didn’t leave at once. It seemed to her that they both needed to say something, although she wasn’t sure what. Nkata was the one who took the plunge.

‘What d’we do with all this, Barb?’ He set his biro on a legal pad. ‘Question is, how do we be? We can’t ‘xactly ignore the situation.’

Barbara sat back down. There was a magnetic paper clip holder on the desk, and she picked this up and played with it. ‘I think we just do what needs doing. I expect the rest will sort itself out.’

He nodded thoughtfully. ‘I don’t sit easy with this. I know why I’m here. I want you to unnerstan’ that.’

‘Got it,’ Barbara said. ‘But don’t be rough on yourself. You deserve-‘

‘Hillier wouldn’t know sod all ‘bout what I deserve,’ Nkata cut in. ‘Not to mention DPA. Not before this, not now, and not later.’

Barbara was silent. She couldn’t dispute what they both knew to be the truth. She finally said, ‘You know, Winnie, we’re sort of in the same position.’

‘How d’you mean? Woman cop, black cop?’

‘Not that. It’s more about vision. Hillier doesn’t really see either of us. Fact is, you can apply that to everyone on this team. He doesn’t see any of us, just how we can either help him or hurt him.’

Nkata considered this. ‘I s’pose you’re right.’

‘So none of what he says and does matters because we have the same job at the end of the day. Question is: are we up for that? ‘Cause it means letting go of how much we loathe him and just getting on with what we do best.’

‘I’m on for that,’ Nkata said. ‘But Barb, you still deserve-‘

‘Hey,’ she interrupted, ‘so do you.’

Now, she yawned widely and shoved her shoulder against the recalcitrant door of the Mini. She’d found a parking space along Steeles Road, around the corner from Eton Villas. She plodded back to the yellow house, hunched into a cold wind that had come up in the late afternoon, and she went along the path to her bungalow.

Inside, she flipped on the lights, tossed her shoulder bag on the table and dug the desired tin of Heinz from the cupboard. She dumped its contents unceremoniously into a pan. Under other circumstances, she’d have eaten the beans cold. But tonight, she decided she deserved the full treatment.

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Tracy Grimshaw

The past, for many, is a place viewed with misty-eyed romanticism, a place where memories are happily tinted by warmth, love and respect. For Today show co-host Tracy Grimshaw, 44, the past is all of that, but it is also a place that resonates with pain, sadness and the lingering torment of opportunities lost.

Like most of us, Tracy fondly recalls the simplicity and affection of her childhood. She smiles when she remembers the horses that occupied the paddocks – and her imagination – at the end of the road where she lived in Greensborough, outside Melbourne. She laughs loudly when recounting her first jobs, selling jeans and pumping petrol, and of her early forays into journalism, covering such tantalising stories as bicycle theft at the local supermarket.

Yet there is a part of her past that holds little joy for Tracy. For almost half her life, she spoke not a single word to her father, Owen Grimshaw. It’s a subject she has never addressed before in public and something that she only now feels comfortable speaking about, following their dramatic and unanticipated reconciliation last year, in the months before his death from a debilitating lung and heart condition.

This issue, Tracy opens up about her estrangement from her father and the emotional aftermath of their reconciliation, her attitudes to love, marriage and children, her demanding lifestyle, as well as her reaction to some of the nasty “ageist” and “sexist” comments that have come her way in recent weeks, since she started co-hosting the Today show with the young, handsome Karl Stefanovic.

Only in the April 2005 issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Leaving your dog alone

Question:

How do I keep my dog happy while I’m away?

Answer:

When leaving my dog to go to work, I throw a handful of pellets all around the backyard and also leave a chew for her to find. This keeps her busy for hours trying to find everything and she associates my leaving with being fed. Just remember to cut back on their nightly meals!

Tracey Walker

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How to grow a balcony garden

Turn those horrible stretches of concrete out the back or front of the house into flowers and greenery with these six tricks to make your balcony flourish.

Do the plants on your balcony literally seem to shrink? You buy them all green and healthy and almost immediately it seems they start to dwindle and fade?

No, it’s not your imagination – or your brown thumbs. It’s simply that most balcony plants don’t get rained on – and most gardeners virtuously water the base of their pot plants not the new leaves. After all, it’s the roots that drink, isn’t it?

Well, not exactly. Most moisture is taken up by roots – and nutrients too – but leaves do ‘drink’ as well. Even more importantly, leaves get dusty. Rain washes the dust off plants – except where they’re sheltered by a balcony roof or eaves. Dusty leaves don’t photosynthesize as well.

Leaves that aren’t regularly ‘washed’ also get mite problems. Look at the leaves on plants under eaves and on balconies more closely. You’ll probably see tiny ‘tracks’ or spots where mites have sucked the sap – and that is why your plants seem to shrink and fade. They literally are shrinking and fading – and the mites are to blame.

1. Water!

ALL plants need to have their leaves washed at least once a week. Water the whole plant, not just the base – and with a hose, not a jug, so you can spray UNDER the leaves too, where mites like to hide.

(Dedicated balcony growers can rig up a spray system. We have one on our pergola here – micro jets attached to poly pipe and when they’re turned on the whole area is watered with a lovely misty spray – wonderful on hot afternoons. You can make them up yourself or buy one prefabricated.)

Potted plants also dry out much faster than you’d ever expect. Even rain doesn’t wet the soil in most pots much – the leaves tend to direct the rainwater over the rim of the pot. A handful of water crystals added to each pot at planting time makes a huge difference to the capacity of the pot to hold enough water to grow lush and beautiful plants.

Once pots have died out a few times they start to repel water. The water just runs down the sides of the pot without wetting the roots.

This is why pots need fresh soil every year. It’s also a good idea to soak your pots in a tub of water if you can every for weeks, to really saturate the soil.

2. Mulch!

Mulch in the garden breaks down into lovely rich soil. But your pots don’t have room for more soil – so use a mulch that doesn’t break down.

Try coconut fibre. Tease out the coconut fibre till it’s loose and cushiony and tuck it round the plant. It won’t absorb moisture, so it won’t make the stems rot if you tuck it close in – but it will insulate the soil and stop it drying out and turning into concrete which is too hard for moisture to penetrate when you do remember to water.

Many people prefer the neat look of small stones. You can buy lovely small white quartz rocks at many garden centres – or collect your own pebbles to use as heat retaining mulch. (They’re not such a good idea where there are toddlers, either in permanent residence or visiting, as they are irresistible to small children – either for inserting in small orifices or, if the pebbles are too large for those fascinating games, for throwing over the edge of the balcony onto passing cars or pedestrians.)

3. Think BIG!!!!

Small pots dry out fast and get too hot and too cold (and ants and spiders love to crawl between them). Think big – one large pot or hanging basket instead of six small ones. Half barrels or large concrete planters are good too.

When planting out a large pot remember that as well as the tall feature plant in the middle (be it bay tree, lemon or standard hibiscus) that there are a host of small ground covers and low alpines that enjoy the free draining nature of a pot.

Small plants also help maintain soil texture and humidity around the feature plant. Try a variety of combinations. One of the best I can remember seeing was a beautiful round, full-bellied terracotta pot with a scarlet abutilon (Chinese lantern bush) in it with pale mauve brachycome daisies spilling over the edge. Erigeron daisies, violets, lobelias, alyssum, parsley and violas are all worth trying as under plantings.

If you can’t bear to spend the large amount of money required for the purchase of the very beautiful terracotta, ceramic and concrete pots, group your pots. This way you can have the geraniums in the old pineapple juice tins and the lobelias in the anchovy tins lurking behind the more presentable containers. This also increases humidity and the plants give each other support and shelter.

4. Feed your plants.

Plants need to eat too. Slow release plant food is best – there’s a wide range on the market. Just browse along the shelves. I like to give my pots a treat of seaweed-based fertilizer once they start leaping up in spring. Use according to directions.

5. Be realistic.

If you don’t have time to tend your pots, or enough experience to really know what thrives where, stick to VERY hardy plants – pink, white or yellow daisies (the white ones are the hardiest), bamboo (ALMOST unkillable), poa tussock, geraniums/pelargoniums, weeping rosemary, oleander, weeping bottlebrush (Callistemon viminalis), heliotrope in frost free areas, westringia, brachycome… or even dull old ivy, that can look luxurious trailing from a hanging basket – and is almost maintenance free.

If the situation is really impossible (hot, dry, windy but you do get sun) stick with succulents and cacti, most of which have interesting leaf shapes in a good range of colours and some of which have spectacular flowers. (And not all are prickly horrors either).

6. Be extravagant (Just a little).

Yes, I know I just said to stick to hardy plants – but everyone should have just one extravagance to love and tend – one giant hanging basket for example, filled with a weeping miniature rose that’ll weep bright petals all over the balcony. Or a standard bougainvillea – they adore heat, exposure, salt winds and they’re terribly expensive – but gloriously vulgar purple most of the year (or even a discreet white if you prefer it).

Try tall liliums for a Christmas extravaganza tucked into a barrel, or a cascade of perennial petunias – they flower almost all year round at our place, with a little gentle pruning.

Have just one big tub for annuals or short-lived perennials like pansies – they’ll bloom all winter and all through next spring and summer too. Tuck in a few bulbs for added spring beauty – tulips in cold areas or ranunculi or hardy dahlias in hotter areas. Most of Europe is made bright and cheery through summer and autumn by masses of potted geraniums flowering bravely and endlessly until cut by the return of cold weather. (And in most parts of Australia they’ll bloom all year round.so you have no excuse whatsoever for a barren patio)

Treat yourself to one wonderful urn, a strawberry planter or a giant barrel to fill with plants.

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Blackheads

Question:

I have a lot of trouble with blackheads on my nose. I have tried everything — pore strips, cleansing, toning, steaming, creams, but nothing seems to work. Is there a new way to solve this ugly problem?

Chanelle

Answer:

I think what you need is a proper deep clean from a professional beauty therapist. I can recommend Venustus in Paddington, Sydney, (02) 9361 4041. But if you are in another state, call Wendy Nearly on (02) 9684 6729. She will be able to help you find the best beauty therapist. The reason I suggest this is that you need the use of a professional steamer and someone who knows how to extract blackheads. They can recommend the best products and skin care routine for you. Good luck!

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