Each week I post another fascinating true-life excerpt from my friend & mentor’s journals while she was Housekeeper & Cook at The Flamingo, during the period 1968-1999, titled Cookie’s Diaries. Together we’ve changed a few things around & set Cookies story in a fictional Australian country town so as to protect the innocent & the not so innocent! We hope you enjoy Cookies journey from such humble & all but penniless beginnings to owning & running the highly successful country guesthouse, ‘The Flamingo’. To read the last chapter click HERE.
Dancing with Pietro
“Open your eyes Cookie, he’s very keen on you, he can hardly take his eyes off you, put the poor man out of his misery & go sit with him” Tilly whispered to me as we walked arm in arm down The Flamingo driveway to the car park. We’d all been enjoying another happy & successful Friday night BBQ together, & our guests & friends were retiring to their suites or going home, leaving only a handful of people sitting around deep in discussion at the tables.
It had cooled down into one of those crisp early winter evenings, & as I stood watching Tilly & Sam’s car slowly make its way down the drive & out onto the road, I stayed quietly in the dark with the silence of the perfumed shadowed garden for a moment. Pulling my cardigan around me a little more, I looked up at the enormous clear heavens above me, watching the sparkling busy stars in all their splendour, & drinking in natures pleasures in those few rare moments alone, vaguely thinking of Tilly’s suggestion as I stood in awe watching the wondrous night skies above.
I felt Pietro’s presence nearby before I heard his footsteps & I slowly turned around to watch him approach. I can still hear the crunch of the gravel under his feet as he walked towards me & I can still feel the air in my lungs build as I forgot to breath normally, he had that effect on me. Standing there in front of me, he took off his jacket & placed it around my shoulders, holding my gaze & not uttering a word, which was just as well, as I was utterly incapable of coherent thought, let alone speech at that moment. Continue Reading ![]()


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