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diced fruit and yoghurt

Bradley, a doctor of Construction Engineering, comes to the attention of the world’s largest oil company after his thesis lands on the CEO’s desk. His findings and designs earn him a position as chief engineer for the development of oil platforms in the Torres Strait.

Natalie, a young woman with limited formal education, has a dream to become a tour guide for an outback tour coach company.

Deceit, betrayal, troubles, despair and loss plague their lives.

Diced Fruit and Yoghurt is a story of joy, love, heartache, introspection, disappointment, loss, exploration and discovery. As two young adventurers grow and change in disparate but parallel lives, colourful characters shape their destinies in a world of environmental disasters, greed, betrayal, vengeance and corruption in the highest political and business circles.

Tarnished and battered, Natalie and Brad briefly meet in the most unlikely of circumstances, but their lives continue separately, with their futures offering little but disappointment. Will there be a catalyst that finally brings them together or will their stubborn resistance to recognize emerging love keep them apart?

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Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 263


By the same author  

The Breath of Uluru 

Ulyurungu Dream 

The Blue Crystal

(written by David Thirgood

and Kaspar Lembryk-Walsh – grandson)



David Thirgood
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published:  2016
Language: English



About the Author  

Imagine having a life-changing experience that motivates you to do something that you have postponed for years, or even decades. David Thirgood was given an opportunity to work in an Aboriginal school near Uluru in 2009. Living in a place that is immersed in ancient spirits inspired this budding author with an idea for a book. He has had other career opportunities, such as working in Saudi Arabia, where the occasional fleeting moment aroused his creativity, but something wasn’t quite right, perhaps the environment or the business of work and family. At Uluru, everything came together and he overcame decades of procrastination and started writing his first book, The Breath of Uluru. Ask him, and he will tell you that writing is a creative activity that once experienced, becomes addictive. Living the story and becoming the characters are part of the experience. David has had three other books published and is working on book numbers five and six.




If I was your husband, I would love you with every beat of my heart. I would adore you and worship you. If you were my wife, I would tell you how much I loved you every day, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times. I would tell you that I loved you completely, body mind and soul. I would bask in your beauty and bathe in your charm and when we were apart, I would think of you constantly and yearn for the moment that we would be together again. I would laugh with you, cry with you, care for you and provide for you.

If we were lovers, I would hold you, kiss and caress you and make love to you. We would travel to exotic places where our love would grow each passing moment and we would make love together in places that we do not know exist. We would do what is natural as nature intended and when we travel to those exotic places, we would seek out nature’s beauty and fortify our love against whatever may be thrown at us to challenge the love that only we would share.

If we were married, we would have the most delightful children. They would play with us and learn every tiny piece of the purest knowledge that we could pass onto them. We would teach them right from wrong and we would steer them in the right direction. When they grow up, we would be proud of them, for what they became and for every one of their achievements, large or small. If they stumbled, we would be there to catch them and if they excelled, we would be there to honour them.

And when we were old, we would walk along a sandy beach hand in hand, and joyfully share the beauty that surrounds us and I would soak up the splendour that is you. If you were my wife, my love for you would be even stronger than it is now, because every day that passed I would love you a little more.

That’s what I would do if I was your husband.



Chapter 1– Baskets - part sample 


Bradley watched the delight on his sister’s face each time her team scored a goal. Sharon was hiding her disappointment well, having sprained her ankle in the last practice session before the grand final. She had the highest scoring rate of all players in the competition and here she was, sitting on the sidelines watching her team coast to victory without her. To her credit, she was the youngest player on the team and elected to play for the under 16’s when she really should have been in the under 15 team. She was probably almost two years younger than some of the other girls in the competition. The tantrum that she threw this morning was too much for her mum to bear and in the end she just threw her hands in the air and screamed, “Please yourself, Sharon. If you don’t want to go and support your team, then it’s fine by me. But don’t come crying to me when the coach bawls you out for being such a spoilt little brat.” At that, she stormed out of the room leaving Sharon and Bradley staring at her back in stunned disbelief.

“Well, stuff her,” Sharon pouted. “I’m not scared of him anyway, and besides I’m the best player on the team.”

“You’re the best player that’s not playing,” Bradley interjected. “And what do you think the other players will think of you if you don’t turn up.”

“Well, stuff you Bradley, and stuff the team too. I’m going to play on my iPad,” she said as she sulkily slumped down on the lounge knocking her iPad onto the hard floorboards. “See what you’ve done,” she cried, shedding tears for the first time. “You’ve made me break my iPad.”

“It’s not broken Shazza, it’s just the case. Look, see? Isn’t it time you got a new one? This one’s had it.”

“Yeah, Bradley. As if I can afford it. Where do you think I’m going to get the money from?”

“I tell you what,” Bradley said slyly. “If you go to the game, I will buy you a new case. How’s that for a deal?”

“And where are you going to get the money?” Sharon asked stubbornly.

“Well, Maccas do pay me fifteen bucks an hour. And besides, I sold last year’s text books on eBay for two hundred bucks the other day.”

“I thought that was going towards this year’s text books.”

“Yeah, it is. But anyway, an iPad cover is only a few bucks.”

“Thirty-nine,” Sharon added matter of factly. “Thirty-nine dollars! That’s how much an iPad cover costs.”

“What, a gold plated one?” Bradley felt as if he had backed himself into a corner.

“No, the beautiful floral pink one I saw the other day.”

Bradley thought for a moment. “OK! The pink one it is.”

“There’s just one more thing.” Sharon was milking her older brother for as much as she could. As usual.

“What’s that?”

“You come with me.”

“What? To buy the iPad?”

“No, to the game, stupid.”

Bradley thought about the proposition. ‘It looks as though I’m in for a late night if I want to finish that engineering assignment on time.’

“OK,” he said. “It’s about time I accompanied my little sister to a game of netball, even if she’s not going to score any goals today.”

“Basketball, silly. It’s basketball. I don’t play netball.”

“Oh, yeah! Hey, you know what?” Bradley added enthusiastically, “I’m glad you decided to go, because the state selections are on in two weeks and I’m sure that if you didn’t turn up today, your coach would be very reluctant to put your name forward.”

“Rubbish! He’s just a great big teddy bear and all the girls are in love with him.”

“You might think that he’s a teddy bear, Shazza, but I can assure you, nobody gets to be the coach of the Australian men’s team by being soft. Did you know that the only reason he chose to coach girls’ basketball is because he thinks that they are more of a challenge and he wants to give girls the same opportunities as boys?”

“Did you just make that up?”

“No Sharon, I didn’t. I saw it on TV,” Bradley said earnestly.

Sharon pouted. “Oh yeah! As if everything you see on TV is right. Get real, Bradley.”

“No, it’s true. It was the ABC.”

Sharon laughed shrilly. “Since when did you start watching the ABC?”

“There are lots of things that you don’t know about me, Shaz.”

“Yeah right. Like, if I was armless and legless I could count all the girlfriends you have had on my fingers and toes.”

“Ha ha,” Brad scoffed. “When I get my truck licence, I’m not going to give you a ride.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still on about that?” Sharon gave him a sideways glance. “I thought you’d be over that by now. What was it? The Royal Easter show when you were ten.”

“That’s it. If I didn’t do Construction Engineering, I’d do Automotive Engineering. Tough decision.”

“You’re nuts, Brad. Most kids get over it by the time they’re fifteen,” Sharon scolded.

“Yeah, but I’m not most kids, am I? Anyway, if I get my truck licence it means I’m prepared for any situation that requires me to drive a truck.”

“As if!” Sharon laughed sarcastically.

“Or a mining truck. Do you know that they can carry seventy tonnes of ore?”

“Sure Brad. Seventy tonnes of Bradley Blackall pipe dreams...”


“Who’s the girl in the number 22 strip?” Bradley asked as she ran onto the court to replace another player who had a nasty fall.

“You mean the girl from the other team?” Sharon was being deliberately evasive but Bradley wasn’t about to play her game and kept the conversation as straight as he could.

“Yeah, that one there.” He pointed to the girl with long blonde, braided hair, and striking good looks.

“I dunno,” she replied. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Come on, Shaz. You’ve been playing against these girls for how many seasons now? You’ve got to know her name.”

“Well, she’s number 22, which means she’s probably the worst player on the team and it’s little wonder,” Sharon replied nastily.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, she’s only about five foot two, isn’t she?”

“Does it mean that she can’t be a good player if she’s only five foot..?”

“What do you think, smarty pants? Look at the rest of us. The shortest girl on our team is 190 centimetres and our weakest player is better than their best.”

“So,” Bradley decided to have a dig at his sister. “You’re the shortest one then?”

“No?” His sister shot him a sharp look.

“But you’re 190 centimetres.”

“I’m 191, thank you very much. Anyway, who are you to talk, little man. You’re only 179 centimetres tall.”

“One hundred and seventy-nine and a half,” Bradley struggled to contain his smile.

“Idiot!” Sharon bumped Bradley with her shoulder and laughed. “Anyway, her name’s Jenn. Jennifer, I suppose.”

“Did you see that? She just scored a basket.”

“Goal, silly. It might be called basketball, but it’s goals – not baskets… And only just in time. There goes the whistle and we won by twenty points. What do you think of Jennifer now?”

“All I can say is that if it wasn’t for her you would have won by twenty-two points. And I am sure that she is taller than five foot two.”

“OK then, she’s a hundred and fifty-seven and a half centimetres.”

“That’s five foot two, isn’t it Shaz? You already knew that and you set me up, you little smart Alec. I’ll bet you she’s at least a hundred and sixty centimetres.”

“She probably is. In her high heels.”

“Yeah, right,” Bradley laughed.

“I’ve got to go down to be with the team,” Sharon boasted as she hobbled over the rows of seats towards the team of girls huddling together ready for a victory chant.


“What did the coach say to you?” Bradley was driving his mum’s car home from the game. Sharon, in spite of her throbbing ankle, was looking very pleased with herself and was starting to annoy her brother with her constant inane chatter.

“His exact words?” she asked.

“Damn, Shazza.  Can’t you just give a straight answer?” Bradley was showing annoyance and impatience after waiting by himself in the empty stadium while Sharon squealed, blabbered and generally carried on with her teammates. “Yes, his exact words, if you like.”

Sharon gave him a dark look, feeling hurt by her brother’s outburst. “Well, if you would really like to know, he said that I was a shoe in for the state team.”

“Sorry,” Bradley apologised, feeling genuine remorse. “I suppose I should congratulate you then – in advance I mean.”

“I suppose.” Sharon was still feeling miffed. “Do you ever think about Dad?” she asked as if nothing had happened.

Bradley looked away from the road and stared at his sister for a short second. He was used to Sharon’s rapid mood changes, but he wasn’t prepared for this. “Well … yes. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just … ummm! You know! It’s Brian.”

“Brian, your coach?” Bradley asked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well. He treats us all like we were his own… you know… his own family. I guess I have a crush on him.”

“Crush on him? Geez Shaz, he’s forty-five. How can you have a crush on him?”

“What makes you think he’s forty-five?”





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