Things were going pretty good there two weeks ago. I had a a great guy I was seeing who had really put himself out there and had spent a month with me on the farm and working farmers markets. Despite a continuation of the drought, my drought tolerant sheep were powering ahead and producing great drops of lambs. I had heard some fantastic news from my media manager in Melbourne. And after a month, had turned around the dire financial situation that my lamb business had been run into.

Then a bit too much pressure was brought to bear on my relationship so that ended. A quirk of fate had us staying with our best mates, who happened not only to live in the same suburb but the same building, and you guessed it, I was staying in the apartment above my now ex's...just to make it so much more painful to start our time apart.

Later that night, in some confusion, I didn't head home with my mate and had forgotten his apartment number in the huge complex...so had to walk an hour or so to another mate's place. Luckily he had left a door open, thanks to the extreme heat. However, because my mates convinced me to go out without keys or phone, I was stuck...and yes I had to be at a farmers market at 5am in a city an hour away.

Unable to call or get a car or even contact my mate, I was in trouble to say the least.

When I finally did make it to the Gold Coast and knuckled down to starting work at 6am in the butchery then stayed at the office till 12am working on getting the lamb business into profit, I stupidly left my laptop and went back to where I stayed when there, a few minutes away, only to find the next day that our offices had been ram-raided and my laptops (both old and new one) as well as my back up servers, external hard drives, and safes containing the following weekend's floats were all stolen.

To make matters worse, the trio of police that arrived treated me like I had committed the robbery. I was in total shock at how I, the victim of a damaging robbery where I had lost all my records, thousands of photos, documents, autobiography and videos I was working on, was treated worse then a terror suspect in the hands of US authorities at Guantanamo Bay.

Then worse than a poke with a stick in the eye, the policewoman then informed me to stay at the offices till forensics arrived and not to touch anything or let anyone in.

Dozens of phone calls and nine hours later, I finally was told that the forensics can take days to attend the scene of the crime due to the massive workload they were under.

So by nightfall, fearing that the crooks might return for a lot more loot that was in the adjoining offices, I stayed there....and stayed....and stayed....unable to do anything.

Eventually I straightened out the rammed 5 metre high roller door and got it back into its position so I could at least rest easier that there wasn't too massive an entry point.

Long story short, a couple of days later forensics arrived. I was horrified at the tales of horrendous crimes that are occurring daily on the Gold Coast...all I felt like doing was chucking my bag in the car and heading back to the farm.

What followed was me cancelling credit cards and searching for receipts...what a bloody run around that was. And, of course, here we are cash strapped and down all our floats for the weekend farmers markets, so some creditors couldn't be paid so we could go on and do business over the weekend...a weekend that saw deluges of rain at all of our locations, with one at Mudgeeraba being cancelled altogether. Needless to say it was our worst weekend since I was back in the business.

On top of all this. one of our refrigerated trucks blew up the refrigerator units and I had to fire-sale the remaining $2000 worth of premium lamb.  Great news for the customers.. terrible news for a shocking weekend.

Not only did it rain at the market locations on the coast. but my farm ended up with over 100mm ...our biggest falls in years (which I won't complain about!!!) However, it meant that I was unable to get lambs out for the following weekend's markets, which in turn meant we had to buy in lambs....of course with dollars that, thanks to a really poor weekend and a robbery, were just not there.

Oh I could go on for hours.  But the really bad news came today when Malinda, my beautiful media manager, let me know the worst news of all, her father Mike had succumbed to his horrific injuries wrought on him by the Black Saturday bushfires in the Kinglake area of Victoria.

This sad news really put everything into perspective for me...yeah sure business was shite, I was robbed of my past, and I was single all over again...but I was alive to appreciate it all and so are those I love around me. Not so for my friend Mal and her family.