We are anticipating storm. It is about 5° C. The rosellas are having a picnic. The sky changed colour as the clouds scudded by. And the sun wasn’t all that cooperative. Continue reading My Bedroom Window.
2.30 A.M. Is it an out of body experience if you are having a dream and in the dream you know that all you have to do is to wake up and it will all be gone? Or what if you are having a dream and you know it is only a dream but you know you want it to keep going on and on. … Continue reading Dreams, Memories or Wishes
I want you to play the following; don’t skip past because you wont get the idea. Scroll down and click on the song and read the content while the music plays. https://1streconbn.org/1st-recon-help-page.html Okay so what on earth is happening here? We have a very old Australian song, Waltzing Matilda, about the First World War and the video shows US Marines going off to Afghanistan. This … Continue reading Bit about Ballarat.
A week or so ago I wanted to send Ida May the gift of a small book. I went online and found a bookshop in Hobart. I went to their website and was happy to read In-store shopping·In-store pick-up·Delivery. I found a book and contacted the staff and organised for them to send it to Ida May’s address. Before I pressed the OK button I … Continue reading Buying Online for old men.
Anton left this morning. He was up before me and he cooked bacon and eggs and we were both still rugged up in dressing gowns waiting for the small bar heater to kick in. He pulled up the blind and stood looking out across the mist to the chimney stack of the long ago defunct whisky distillery and around to the tall TV antenna on … Continue reading Looking for Mother.
A few random thoughts. Victoria is now enduring its fifth lockdown since the Covid virus exploded. Our case numbers have been exceptionally low – compared to the rest of the world – because of a number of circumstances and that may have led to some complacency. We have not been so successful in getting vaccines into arms. This is partly because of the EU blocking some AstraZeneca … Continue reading My Local Lockdown.
Anton is still here. At the moment he is in his room in bed and complaining about the lack of heating and my complete lack of thoughtfulness toward his welfare in having not put more pressure on the Estate Agent. There is no electric blanket and he says he isn’t concerned but has always liked hot-water bottles. This afternoon he went for a solitary walk … Continue reading Just two old men and a glass of whisky.
They cut off the gas to my heater so I can’t chase the cold from the room it’s only a few degrees above freezing and the sun doesn’t shine through the gloom. Outside there is rain on the window And it’s dripping through cracks in the eaves There’s a miniature lake in the driveway Where the gutter’s been blocked up with leaves. I … Continue reading All Doom and Gloom.
Anton turned up last night. It was almost the same as last time. A Covid-19 lockdown had been called and Anton knocked on my front door and walked in just as he had a year ago. I told you about Anton and about all the girls we had known and about everything. If you want to go back I have put it all together in … Continue reading Anton is Back.
This a reposting of about seven earlier posts that I have joined together. It was originally presented as a serial story. But if it is cold or late or you are in Lockdown and you would like a short story to read please enjoy. It is 6740 words. Mrs Bell is my next-door neighbour. I’ve been here for a year and had only heard her … Continue reading Mrs Bell’s story.