I has to be somebody bad It won’t be someone nice. It happened to me just today, Last week it happened twice. I did a load of washing Of my underwear and shirts And went to hang them on the line. The pegs are gone. That hurts. Not all of them I’ll grant you But much less than before. Somebody bad must sneak in here. … Continue reading Odd Socks
I am feeling tired. It might just have something to do with Covid-19. On October the 4th, Melbourne has spent more days in lockdown than any other world city. On October the 4th it has totalled 260 days. Ballarat has had some relief, but that doesn’t mean you can go and visit friends – if you have any left – or brand new grandsons. For … Continue reading Teaching Soldiers.
Ballarat is surrounded by many inactive scoria volcanic cones. One such is Mount Warrenheip. At particular times of the year the views change and today is one of those times. It is really quite pretty, isn’t it? PS, my camera is broken and the lockdown means I can’t take it to a cameraman to have it fixed so these were taken with my mobile-phone. Continue reading Forget me not.
My very dear friend Elouise has, often and sometimes mentioned the difficult relationship that she had with her father. Her most recent post mentions the day she told her father that enough was enough. Today I intend to re-post a very long story I wrote four or five years ago. It was my reaction to something she may have said or hinted about. It was … Continue reading Girls and Fathers
My friend Paul is in a wheelchair. Some time ago, actually forty years ago Paul was climbing Mount Buffalo in the Victorian high country when a fellow climber ‘came off’, which is rock climbing jargon for losing your grip and plummeting down. Unfortunately for Paul the other climber hit Paul in the chest and broke Paul’s spine. Because of incoming bad weather and a delay … Continue reading My mate the Mountaineer.
Hello, did you miss me? I’ve not been anywhere but still stuck at home in lockdown. However I have been busy. I am now a grandfather for the second time. My son and his wife have delivered a son. And we just went into summertime so my clock is awry. Instead of looking at all my loyal friends I have been busy making something for … Continue reading In memory of Colin, the Fodrambler.
A little while back I posted a short poem about Godfrey. One or two comments revealed a general lack of contact with a blog that featured this vagabond fellow. It is sad when one finds a mineshaft full of delight and whimsy, nonsense and sagacity all stirred together until one day it vanishes into some netherworld. You could never tell from one post to the … Continue reading In Memory of Godfrey.
She made quite a fuss when Albert died and the family suggested that she move, firstly in with Sophie just until they worked out what to do with the house and then when that was settled she would need to go into a serviced unit. If she did need to move, and her preference was to stay right where she was, she did not want … Continue reading A most valuable ring.
I remember now. Dale Williams, that was her name. I won’t write her real name because I never do unless I have asked permission. I was twenty then but first I’ll tell why I remembered her. We here in Victoria and in Melbourne in particular have gone through some really strict times of lockdown during the last two years. Two hundred and forty days in … Continue reading The Hostess’s story.
I just looked at a reply I wrote to Gwen yesterday. There were four typos or words that made no sense. So here is my excuse. I am house sitting while my son and his wife are away waiting for a baby to be born. I have my iPad and it is difficult to write on with my fingers so I use the dictation method … Continue reading Personal Explanation
