Independent and FREE - 2021 Best Online Publication

Ashley Robinson is feeling toey about Xmas karma

Independent and FREE – 2021 Best Online Publication (Qld Country Press)

Ashley Robinson is feeling toey about Xmas karma


Why Ashley Robinson is feeling toey about Christmas karma

Do you have a news tip? Click here to send to our news team.

A ‘great’ Aussie tradition goes the way of the dodo

The Great Australian Sickie may well be dead, killed off by real diseases that have created – heaven forbid – actual sickness. Chucking a sickie More

Surely, we can have different opinions without outrage

There has been much debate about Manly and its rainbow jersey, as well as discussion on Pauline Hanson walking out of the Senate as More

Why a Friday night home is the safest place to be

People suffer FOMO (the fear of missing out) but I am at the queen of JOMO (joy of missing out). I am happiest at home More

Jane: acts of kindness aren’t always what they seem

Kindness is a type of behaviour marked by sympathy, benevolence, generosity, consideration without expecting praise or reward in return. So dictionaries say. But what if you are More

What the heck has happened to customer service?

What do a major airline, our banks, the government of the time and a major communications company have in common? Maybe I should change that More

Sami: why this legend of the big screen has still got it

Harrison Ford turned 80 this week. How can Han Solo be an octogenarian? Like every other sentient being with a pulse, I am, of course, in More

Christmas, me and toe injuries have a long and painful history.

I am currently suffering from an infected pinky toe which is more bright red than pink and if I could lop it off to ease the pain I would, particularly after I kicked the little wheel on the bed with it the other morning.

Back in the day, I used to get ingrown toenails on my big toe and for some reason they would occur over Christmas when in there wasn’t a doctor available anywhere, well before 24-hour medical centres.

So I would have to bear the pain for a few days with the only relief a bottle of rum.

Why am I telling you this, you may well ask.

Well, my toe history at Christmas runs in the family and goes back to 1959 when I was a little fat kid about as round as I was high and I had a scooter that I rode that much that the rubber had come off the wheels, but I still raced around wherever I could.

On this particular Christmas in Eudlo, it was about 100 degrees and dear old Dad was under the house plucking a duck for the impending Christmas sweaty baked lunch and was having trouble getting the pin feathers out, so there was lots of mumbling and a little swearing.

I was riding my scooter up and down the driveway and under the house and was told to ride it away from Dad, but of course did the opposite and tried to go as close as possible to him as I whizzed by but lost control of the scooter and actually ran over his big toe.

Did I mention he had an ingrown toenail at the time, which my metal wheel with my fat little body on it nearly decapitated?

I could run pretty fast, as could Dad. Lucky for me, he had to pause for a moment because of the blinding pain before he regathered himself for the chase.

I made it behind Mum’s skirt in the kitchen before he got me, but I reckon karma has paid me back in spades since.