It was the last day of September in Year One of Covid. Next year will be Year Two of Covid or 0002Cd. Calendars will all start like that from now on. People will stop arguing about BC versus BCE when they attach a date to something. The last day of September will be written 30/09/01. That was the day after the day I spent in … Continue reading He’s here for the duration
I am going to repost some old stories at the same time as the other series just on the off chance that some of you who have already read it what a bit of variety. This is a repost of one of my earliest stories. I forget how true it was. Actually that’s not true. I do remember. The Letter. The old man found his … Continue reading The Letter – Repost.
Actually I don’t number my rants and rages. I read other peoples. Elouise is always good for a wakeup to life in the southern states and not being allowed to play with her best friend because she was black – the best friend was black. Elouise was a good white girl. Ankur Mithal of Darkofficehumour is always good for a laugh and a smack between … Continue reading Diatribe Number 27
You all know that I’m writing the 750th great Australian novel. So I haven’t been posting too often. I just thought I’d cut and paste a little bit for you. You don’t need to know who all the people are and where they fit in the story. Just take it as it is. As I walked back to Ben and Molly’s I felt an unbearable … Continue reading Ifs and buts.
Good Morning all. Melbourne has gone back into serious lockdown and now Ballarat we are being asked to wear masks when we go shopping in crowded places like supermarkets. And of course the fifth columnists are all saying it is the Premier’s fault. I have wondered, if all these gainsayers know so much and are so clever, why have they waited until so many people … Continue reading Victoria update.
This is just a little story that has more truth in it than lies. It’s also for my Mother who is remembered in this house for dying on the 4th of July. A day we all remember. Most of my brothers and sisters will swear it is all a lie. As far as I’m concerned it doesn’t matter a whole lot. And yes, I have … Continue reading Just a little story ’bout my Dad.
Warning!! This might have some slightly left-wing weirdo content. If that upsets you turn off and tomorrow I’ll post a couple of sunsets or flowers. We have all, left or right, fascist or radical, and generally decently in the middle been observing the Black Lives Matter protests. And then very quickly another movement evolved and became All Lives Matter. But what really surprised me was … Continue reading BLM #1
I am really not quite ready to write anything new because what I really want to say will offend a few people so I have delved back to the very earliest times when I was telling people out my time in France forty six years ago. Here it is sans corrections. We are still in France. Still in Port Vendre. I go down to … Continue reading France 46 years ago.
I’m borrowing from the net and from Candice in Regina Canada. Candice’s words were, “Near the Sanctuary is a playground, deserted during the Covid-19 ban on public parks.” I could have gone out and got a photo from around Ballarat but this isn’t just a problem in Australia. It’s in Canada too. I do hope things get better, but my mantra now is, “I hope we … Continue reading What a sad song!
The following was posted Feb 12 2014 on an earlier blog that I had. There were three comments. It is such a while ago that I need to set the picture straight on the wall. When she was about 40 years old my mother was in a very bad accident. We all were actually but she was hurt the most. She spent about a month … Continue reading Grandma’s cooking.