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
I’ve spent today multitasking… Watching the UK election (woo-hoo!) and putting together our annual Christmas video. With our love and best wishes from the Pommie Sheila and the Kiwi Bloke XXX Continue reading Happy Christmas!
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
The Girls Having Fun in Lake Camilla, and in an increasingly rare moment of freedom as it’s the start of snake season! Having moved to our own new home life has taken on a sense of normality to which neither … Continue reading There’s a Novelty in Normality and Buns in the Oven
A significant proportion of Aussies call their evening meal “tea” which is not to be confused with the English tradition of “tea at four o’clock”, that’s “Arvo Tea” here. The full list of meal breaks is as follows: Breakfast – … Continue reading Yabbies for Tea
“How orften do you shar?” said the posh pom to the sweaty shearer giving his gazillionth ewe of the day a haircut. Through gritted teeth the shearer politely said “Aw, most days mate”. “Rarely?” says posh pom, “I didn’t realise … Continue reading How Orften Do You Shar?