No use crying over spilt latte

Woke up on the sofa at 6am, happy to have had a lie-in. As it had been a rather horrific night, I was keen to see daylight so I jumped up, had a five minute shower and was out the door like a flash… Oh wait, no that must have been a dream or oneContinue reading “No use crying over spilt latte”

Parkinson’s schmarkinson’s – where there’s a will there’s a way

I love a thing we Aussies have, it’s called Council Cleanup or Pickup or whatever. What it boils down to is, that if you have some old crap you’d like to rid yourself or your husband of (e.g. his much loved abominably decorative 80s jumpers ..), you simply put it on your doorstop where itContinue reading “Parkinson’s schmarkinson’s – where there’s a will there’s a way”

Proof of identity – it’s a fair cop

Funny, the things you unearth when – after a few decades of roaming around this ole world – you feel as though maybe, just maybe you’ve ended up somewhere you could tentatively imagine you could start breathing and stop treading water… (mixed metaphor alert). Opened another box I had lost sight of for years andContinue reading “Proof of identity – it’s a fair cop”

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