About this blog


Widowed and twice redundant, all within four years. Too young for Australia’s age pension yet considered too old for many jobs. 

Are these scenarios familiar to other tail-end Baby Boomers?

Experts say that as our population’s healthy-life expectancy grows, 70 really is the new 60 and many people of retirement age want to continue working with more flexibility and fewer hours. 

The same applies for many of us who are yet to reach our official age of retirement.  Opting for redundancy and blazing our own trail appeals far more than climbing back on the hampster wheel and working 9 to 5. 

We have more time for tripping around visiting family, enjoying the great outdoors, seeing live shows and attending our favourite events in the company of good friends. 

Hi there! I’m Jocelyn, also known as Jocey or Mimoo, depending on how you know me.

I’m a published writer, photographer and former corporate communications officer now dabbling in the world of blogging. Click here for a formal bio.

Sharing stories and images online has appealed to me since the late 1990s, just a few years after blogs, or weblogs as they were known then, came into existence.

Back then I was working as a journalist and photographer on regional newspapers with little time for self interests so I shelved all thoughts of getting on board the blogging trend.  

Years later I bought a professional photography business that came with a traditional static website. I had that converted to a WordPress site and started blogging to help promote my products and services. 

As my work and personal lives took dramatic turns, I continued to post the stories and photos on which I was working to keep this site ticking along. Those posts can now be found under the Lifestyle tab. 

In early 2017 I accepted the second redundancy offer within two years, voluntarily leaving the corporate world behind in favour of a lap-top lifestyle in early retirement.

Now I finally have the time to pursue my passions of photography and writing in the form of travel blogging for fun.

I hope the stories, photos and information on this site will inspire others to explore this great land at every opportunity, whether it’s simply a weekend jaunt , lengthy lap around the continent or anything in between.

If you’re a reader who wants to say hi or share your Aussie travel experiences, please email me via my Contact page. 



Watts in a grand name?

“Mimoo? Serves you right,” said Great-Grandma as she peered over her glasses in her familiar school ma’am look of disapproval.

Serves me right? Bollocks. How many other grandmothers are known as Mimoo? Not many, I suspect, and that’s the way I like it.

Aside from Mimoo being easy for kids to say, the name has a certain ring to it that raises eyebrows and starts conversations. 

Today it seems I’m on trend. Seems it’s cool for parents to create new names for their newborns, so why can’t we of the sandwich generation create new grandparent names for ourselves?

People are living longer and mixed families are more common so it’s becoming normal for children to have multiple nannies, nannas, grandmas, grandpas, granddads and grandpops. That must be so confusing for littlies.

I had just four living grandparents – two maternal and two paternal. They were Granny and Grandpop, Nanna and Granddad.  My three children also had four – Grandma and Grandpa, Nanny and Granddad.

The previous generation had all died in their 70s, before my children were born. My grandchildren, however, have many family members happily kicking on through their 80s.

There’s Great-Grandma, Great-Nanny, Great-Granddad, Great-Poppy and two Great-Nannas plus the Grand generation of Nanna and Poppy, and me. Granddad was still alive when our first two grand kids were born.

While waiting for the birth of her first bub (the first grandchild on both sides), my daughter asked me what I’d like to be called.

I loved my Granny dearly but I wasn’t old enough to be a Granny! Nanna or Nanny somehow sounded younger and softer but with so many of those names already in the family, I wanted something different and easy for the kids to identify me from the others. 

Google offered many options. Here are some:




Initially I said, “Whatever the first grandchild calls me as he/she starts to talk, will be my name.” 

That left the field too wide open! What if the name was something like Bluegrass Tree, which my youngest son named one of his pet birds?

After much reflection I settled on Mimi, a Hebrew baby name meaning wished-for child or rebellion. But that wasn’t the reason I chose Mimi. I simply thought it sounded good and didn’t relate to a specific age group.

However, when my daughter’s first-born uttered his first words, he spotted a photo of me, pointed, smiled and said: “Mimooooo!”

 “That’s it!” my daughter declared.

Like composted cow dung in a garden bed, my first grandchild’s chosen name has stuck and it’s serving me well! Thank you, Bradley.  

Do you have unusual grandparent names in your family? If so, please share. I’d love to know what other names are about.