Cathy Sim Jayco

I was still dragging tables across the church hall room when someone offered me a drink. That's this group in a nutshell. You haven't even sat down and they're already looking after you. I caught them mid-conversation. Cholesterol levels. Where to go as we get older. Important stuff. I listened for a bit, then decided to derail the whole thing. "I have a question. Is a hotdog a sandwich?" Six heads turned. The silence was magnificent. What followed was a full investigation into hotdogs, sav...

Old records, new life. What started on our shelves now tells a different story. Elvis Presley The door opens before the previous one has fully closed. Someone heads straight to the books. Someone else is already at the racks. Volunteers step around each other with the practiced efficiency of people who have stopped apologising for being in the same small space at the same time. The Wednesday craft table is packed. The Friday crew has arrived. More people to sort, to welcome, to keep things...

Every Wednesday, something small and joyful takes shape. Not only on the tables, but across the whole room. Hands get busy, and so do the smiles. A simple wooden frame turns into something full of colour. Buttons, flowers, and tiny details find their place. Keely, Margaret, Kim, and Alison were proud of what they created, and you could see that same quiet pride across the whole room. Others held up their pieces, comparing, laughing, and admiring each other’s work. Keely and Margaret showing...