Dear @Meggles, Truthfully, life is very sad for me. During 2019 I watched my dad, who had been a bushfire fighter since the 1968 severe east coast bushfires, die of bushfire-caused lung disease. We had his funeral during some of our worst-ever bushfires. The fires were just finishing when COVID hit. Now, I have learned that my mum is terminally ill and she has to move elsewhere, leaving me alone. I have almost died in the past couple of months. If I say "Things can't get worse" they probably will. Yet, I try to have hope. The only way I can cope with all this is by making pamper packs for people who are destitute. I buy materials and people donate materials too, for me to sew my fabulously tough shopping bags, cosmetics pouches (which I fill with hand creams, body lotions, and other nice stuff), hand crocheted hanging hand towels, and crocheted face washers and bath towels etc. Once filled, I am giving the packs to the charities to distribute to the needy. My goal this year is to make 100 packs. So far, I have partially completed 40 packs. I am about to hand my first few packs over this weekend. I want to start painting again so I can cover the walls of her new home with really beautiful. 

I have been quite sad. In summer evenings before all the catastrophic bushfires I used to have a shower by moonlight and would watch thousands of bats fly over my house. Hardly any bats fly over now. I think they all died in the bushfires. That is why I don't mind the roos in my backyard. It would be sad to lose them too.

Very soon I will get feedback to know if the work I put into my packs has made a difference.

Thank you for caring about me.