I was telling you how hot it was. Not as hot as some but humid and all I could do was lie on my bed and hope a cool breeze would ruffle the curtain. I couldn’t read. I tried. I went from end to end of my shelves but nothing. It was too hot to make coffee although I wanted one. I discarded my sarong … Continue reading Reunion notice.
If this weather keeps up this is all you’re going to get for a while – just pictures. Continue reading It’s too hot to do anything post 2
It is hot – all day – all over the country. I’ve got nothing to say. No energy but I found an old card under a chair so here are a few photos that I forgot. Continue reading hot shots
Dear Ida May, When there were only three of us, Aunty Robin and Me and Uncle David, we lived in Hampton which is in Melbourne and I don’t remember anything about it. Then we moved to a little farm in a town called Tyabb which is south of Melbourne. This is where I burnt the haystack down. And we had a dog. And this is … Continue reading The 1950s -Old photos for Ida May to see.
Dear Ida May, I know you think I never did anything wrong in my whole life BUT! one day I pretended to go to school and I didn’t. Instead some of us had an adventure. It is all because we lived a long way from school and had to get a bus. First my mum had to drive us to the bus stop in a … Continue reading Ida May stories #2 Wagging School
I’m allowed to have one small whisky every second night – my doctor said. I ran out of whisky. I bought a small bottle of Kentucky Bourbon. For a change! I should have just bought a bottle of vanilla essence. I am now sick. How can you guys drink that? Unless you drown it in Coke? Continue reading Bourbon – I am not happy, Bruce.
Now why on earth would Bill worry? I can imagine many reasons. It was a long way up and it was a long way to climb down. That’s only two. And Bill was worried about watching for fires and he was worried about his animals. But it was none of these. This time Bill worried that the teacher would ring home to ask why he … Continue reading Bushfire lookout – a story Ch 5
Special to Ken and Elouise In response to a couple of my American friends – and I do not distinguish between Yankees and Southerners – I include four references that they may find interesting regarding the visit of the CSS Shenandoah to Melbourne 153 years ago. Because of its rather narrow subject matter I will leave it up to people who are interested to read … Continue reading CSS Shenandoah
I indulged in a solo road trip t’other day. I went down to Phillip Island. I’ll show you where that is in a minute but I just want to say that since my Melbourne/Cairns trip I have looked at places I know with a different eye. It is said that familiarity breeds contempt and I am familiar with the area surrounding Melbourne. I am not … Continue reading Phillip Island.
Chapter Three. Are you wondering what Mr William Willoughby does all day in the hut at the top of the tall, tall tree with the one hundred and twenty seven steps? I’m wondering if you have guessed. If you haven’t guessed, have a guess now. What does Mr William Willoughby do all day? I’ll give you a minute or two. And while you are … Continue reading Bushfire lookout – a story Ch 3