A fundraising spectacle for Men’s sheds selling humble sausages.

We all know that due to Covid 19 most of the world either went in lockdowns or threw caution to the wind and went about going normal and accepted the consequences. Personally, it has put my daily news into lockdown as well. I don’t know how people can put up with the endless repeat of the same sentences purporting to be ‘News’. I used to be fond of News, but not anymore. It’s become a bit like going to a party and end up dancing with your mother all evening. Who want to hear the word Covid over and over again?

IMG_1268 Bunnings sausages 

This photo of the barbeque sausage marquee last Saturday at Bunnings with a hungry lady striding towards the sausages!

In Australia the Covid lockdown included the much revered Saturday fundraiser at Bunnings selling Barbequed sausages. We all know that in order to assuage the constituents to accept compulsory voting, that the government in a rare flash of insight cunningly invented the ‘Democracy sausage’. Each voter, once every four years gets treated to a free beef sausage on sliced white bread with a choice of sauces. There is American, French and English mustard as well as Tomato sauce, and to top it off, Barbeque sauce with secret ingredients. They get this after they have voted but not before. They keep a strict lookout on cheaters. No one wants be known around town as having cheated on the Democracy sausage.

Bunnings is a huge consortium of hardware, tools, timber, screwdrivers, Allen Keys, lawnmowers. A Mecca for the handy man and home renovator. Some people go to church on Sunday and some go to Bunnings. People sometimes ask each other in comradery manner; ‘Have you been to Bunnings lately’? Each suburb has a Bunnings almost the same as there are MacDonald’s. Bunnings operate in huge sheds covering acres and acres. They sometimes hold workshops for women wanted to handle tools ( ea. Difficult husbands) together on different evenings line dancing or craft workshops. During the pandemic, Bunnings did a terrific trade with all those couples simmering together in heated lockdowns. Many suffering marital whiplash with conjugal warring becoming a huge mental  health problem. Going to Bunnings for a break was an ideal solution for thousands. I saw people taking deckchairs and Devon sandwiches to the carnivorous Bunnings carparks and spend a nice time in togetherness. 

But, what was missing were the Saturday sausages. There was a built-up pining for the good old days when all that joy would culminate in the shared Saturday bangers with sauces and fried onions.  Of course, Bunnings was supporting this all because the profits always went to a good charitable organization. Last Saturday they reinstated the tradition of the Saturday sausage. A nation wide sigh of relief rented the still air. It was a fundraiser for ‘Men’s shed’,. For the uninitiated, Men’s shed is where men get together and are provided with tools and company to do things together. It is also a way to improve mental health between men who often seem to sink in gloom and isolation. I have my own men’s shed with Milo doing my knitting and writing about what goes on through my mind which isn’t a great deal really. 

Where are women sheds?

15 Responses to “A fundraising spectacle for Men’s sheds selling humble sausages.”

  1. freefall852 Says:

    ” Where are women sheds?”……They are in all the ‘burbs, Gerard…but they are called “Beauty salons”….there are secret and mysterious happenings that go on in these establishments…I know..I have gingerly entered them to see how much longer the “good lady” is going to be there…it was like one of those western movies when the gunslinger pushes the swing bar-doors open and makes his entrance….everyone stops to stare and the piano slows to a stop…a chair creaks…and the bartender wipes his hands meaningfully . . . ” Lookin’ for trouble, stranger..?” someone asks…..

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      There are women sheds everywhere, Jo, but I don’t know if they flourish in beauty salons. Women seem to connect better than men do. My mother was very good at making friends. I notice that most women I know are far more sociable and make efforts to engage with others.


  2. Curt Mekemson Says:

    Peggy’s brother, John, just shipped us a Christmas package of brisket and what look like wonderful sausages. I can hardly wait to chomp down. There are six meals worth! Much happiness. I plan to cook them several different ways. So I empathize with the shortage grilled sausages at sausage stands in Australia. Must be something of a travesty. 🙂 I’ll bet you cook your own, However, Gerard and that Milo gets his share as the two of you hang out in your man shed! –Curt

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      I don’t live of sausages but at Bunnings it’s part of a ritual that I eagerly engage in. There is a sort of comradery going on there. They are manned by mainly women volunteers with tuck-shop arms through years of handing out lunches to school kids.
      The government wants to only allow good food now to be sold to schoolkids.
      They try celery sticks, apples, yoghurt and legumes, nuts etc at the school tuck shops, Curt, but a revolt by kids is resisting this change. They prefer sausage rolls and chip with lots of tom sauce.
      Milo usually gets his chicken necks with treats of salmon and dried beef in between.


  3. shoreacres Says:

    My sausage of choice comes from a little establishment in Bellville, Texas. It’s a sweet chipotle gem that has just enough spice to be tasty but not so much that you need to head for the water hose (or yogurt, or milk, or sour cream). I have a favorite hardware store, too, but they’ve never served sausages!

    As for your first comment about the ‘news’ — oh, yes. I’ve grown rather weary myself. As a matter of fact, I’ve been away from home, and away from all news. It’s been quite refreshing. I’d much rather eat sausages and scratch Milo’s ears than listen to the blather!

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  4. gerard oosterman Says:

    Yes, Linda. The news is best avoided and I avoid watching television now altogether, not even the Wallander Swedish crime thrillers tempt me anymore.
    It is rare that I don’t get a conversation going just walking around with Milo.
    I would sometimes like to visit my brothers and sister up North but only recently the borders between the states have opened and travelers don’t have to go for two weeks in police regulated isolation and lock-down.
    Apart from that, driving long distances is not as enjoyable as it used to be. I do enjoy my own company and on the whole get on pretty well.


  5. doesitevenmatter3 Says:

    Men’s Shed sounds like a wonderful group and good for socializing.
    Glad you and Milo have your own Men’s Shed and stuff to do.

    Ha! I think women’s shed’s are everywhere…they have many places to socialize or such. And probably take over most of their homes relegating the man to the garage. 😉 😀

    If I had a women’s shed…I’d call it My She Shed. Ha! 😀

    We had some Andouille sausage recently. It was yummy. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PATS and RUBS!!! to Mr. Milo!!! 🙂

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      It is a good idea to have Men’s sheds. I have visited a Men Shed a couple of times but found talking missing. The men were busy bending over their tools making bird cages or rabbit hatches. I missed the presence and cozy chatter of women.
      I never had the Andouille sausage. It sounds Spanish. I suppose I might find them at a foreign butcher shop or delicatessen.

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      • doesitevenmatter3 Says:

        Ha! Well, Women’s Sheds would be filled with talking. 😀
        We’d never had that sausage before, but enjoyed it. I’m told it originated in France. It is used in Cajun food. It’s spicy! 🙂


  6. catterel Says:

    Gerard, I must complain to WordPress – you have been thrown out of my automatic feed. I wondered what had happened, thought you had swapped blogging for knitting – and now find it’s WordPress arbitrarily banning you. And one or two others of my favourite bloggers. I’m glad you and Milo are managing so well, and am impressed by your knitting. So – now to sort out WP!


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, WordPress acts in unpredictable ways. I too get chucked out and even today my ‘likes’ to other blogs is a miss and hit affair. It has a will of its own.
      Even my picture has changed. It used to be a photo where I am drinking a beer at a table at the Sunshine coast showing Joie De Vivre.
      My present photo is one of repose and inward looking as if in idle thought with a hand supporting my face. (from nodding off.)

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  7. Dani Says:

    “Where are the women sheds?”

    They are everywhere, Gerard. Women find their tribes. Eventually, we do. I think men could more easily, as well, if societal norms and pressures made pursuing men’s emotional and mental well being appear as it is: healthy, necessary, and an inextricable piece of their personhood. Humans are hardwired for connection. Period. I love that Bunnings gets that.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, I know Dani.
      Women sheds are everywhere, whenever even just two women get together. Living in Europe I found men getting together as well, or at least more often than in the English speaking world.
      There was a sketch on the BBC where someone from Norther England in UK’s London dared to say ‘Hello’ to someone. It made headline news and was somewhat condemned.
      There is as always a kernel of truth in that.
      Here it is;https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1292159567559875


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