Ms Fifikins

Remember Romper Room? I used to want to be a Romper Room kid and would gallop (and gallop, and gallop!) around the lounge room on a broom, thinking it was a horse like they used in Romper Room… Or have  a balloon on the end of a string… or sing the Mr Doobee song!

Then they would have a snack. So I did too. But my highlight was the magic mirror.  Romper, bomper, stomper boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me, do. Magic mirror, tell me today. Have all my friends had fun at play?

Every so often she would see Fiona, but more often than not she saw my brother. I was furious. He hated the show. Miss Helena must have known and that is why she picked on him. Either that or he has a common name.

But it was the names that got me. Sometimes she would have exotic sounding names. Well names that sounded exotic in the late 70s to a white middle class girl in suburban Melbourne.

Choosing names can be an interesting experience. Imogen was going to be Imogen no matter what. It is lucky she was a girl! Jasper just came sometime during the pregnancy, even though I was convinced I was having an Eleanor!

I suppose if naming  a child is hard, then naming a cyclone must be harder. Or that is how it seems when one looks at the Bureau of Meteorology list. I mean, Hamish? Hamish is a nice, quiet child. Well the one in my kid’s class is!

Just look at the list though. Cyclone Imogen and Jasper I can cope with! Cyclone Bruce- yep, that’s an aussie cyclone! Even Cyclone Blanche! But Cyclone Kirrily, Savannah, Tatjana, Odette or Verdun?

I vote TC Hamish should have been called TC Habakkuk. I mean, why not?

It is looking a little ominous here. Hamish is on its way it would seem. Quite a bit of rain and a bit of a breeze. Must ring and check the insurance is up to date…