I re-read my last blog a couple of days ago and it filled me with remorse and embarrassment at its ignorant irrelevance. Just three short months ago the world was a very different place and now it is filled with … Continue reading Puppy Love in a Time of Covid
The world has officially gone completely bonkers. All four of our supermarkets in Hamilton have sold out of loo paper. So what do we do now? Drip dry? The general public clearly haven’t given much thought to the far reaching … Continue reading It’s Official. The World has gone Bonkers
Continuing on from my last blog….
So there we were stranded in the middle of the Kamchatkan nowhereland and according to Peter our guide we were also hopelessly lost. Continue reading A Dose of Ready Mixed Concrete
The morning after my father died and I was sitting with a cup of coffee looking out over our magnificent red gum trees when suddenly through my fog of sadness I saw something move in the branches. Continue reading A Koala in the Mist of Sadness
It’s a small old world and some of it momentarily centred on pretty little Manningtree Railway Station. I begin by casting my mind back to my very first blog, “How Much can a Koala Bear”. I remember writing about how … Continue reading Manningtree Station
Should a bloke be looking for a new squeeze, we’ve got just the ticket for you. Upon a “run-out” to Daylesford, a mere 2.5 hour drive away we discovered a new form of chic magnet. Never to be forgotten on … Continue reading Tips for Single Blokes and a few other goings on….
For those who know me and for those who are about to find out, a good pair of Welly’s are fundamental to my equilibrium. After just one and half winter’s my Hunter wellies sprang a leak. Knowing that there was … Continue reading I Know My Place in Life
Having been given the week before Easter off work I saw an opportunity to whisk the Kiwi off to the seaside (again). We had finally cleared the caravan of all our (temporary) worldly goods and unloaded about two thirds of … Continue reading Hugga Mugga with the Grockels
Well that’s a lie. According to my new temperature gauge gizmo it’s topped at 43.5c but when I took the Kiwi his lunch out to him on the header (combine harvester) in the Ute I’ve just clocked 46.5c. Now I’m … Continue reading Proper Ladies Don’t Sweat, They Glow
A pungent pong blew in across the farmyard last Friday evening reminding me of my childhood spent on a broiler chicken farm. The whiff was coming from the sheep being driven in for their annual hair cut and four days … Continue reading A Group Booking at The Hairdressers
