The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry] – Robert Burns
Everybody knows the Sydney Opera House & Harbour Bridge, Bondi Beach, Uluru, and the Great Barrier Reef. But there are many other places that are just as magnificent that you’ve probably never heard of or, …
The Australian outback is not all flat, endless plains. The countryside is constantly changing – rainforest, floodplains (and drought plains), ‘jump up’ country, rivers, deserts, sand dunes, and red dust are some of the things …
You’re thinking about visiting Australia, and want to make the most of your time here. You’ve checked the web for the best places to visit, and come up with your list of places to see. …
I will not pretend I wasn’t petrified. I was. But mixed in with the awful fear was a glorious feeling of excitement. Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us …
I have a Brazilian. And I’m a feminist
Not an easy admission to make (the Brazilian, not the feminist bit) on the internet when it could go out to millions of people (god I hope my children don’t read this!), but one brought about by reading yet another ‘feminist’ article on why Brazilian waxing is so bad for women.
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I’m living with the heater nazi.
Doc, as I’m my partner will henceforth be known in this blog, doesn’t feel the cold, so doesn’t think anybody else should either.
Everytime I put the heater on he gives me “that” look. The one where he’s desperately trying not to roll his eyes. Though sometimes he can’t help himself and he even verbalises the disdain. “Are you kidding?”
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It’s a boy thing, isn’t it? This playing with big machines.
They’re out there now – my new partner and his 16 year old son. In the tractor and happy as pigs in shit.
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I had a recurring nightmare when my children were young. I used to dream that I forgot Christmas.
This ranged from dreaming I’d forgotten to put the Santa presents out, through to dreaming that I forgot Christmas all together. No decorations, no presents, no Christmas dinner. Nothing.
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I’ve been outback NSW over the last week. Working of course, but managing to combine business with pleasure.
While we were out that way I took the opportunity to go and visit some relatives, and over a couple of bottles of wine with dinner we started discussing the family history.
My grandmother was born in 1907 in a little place called Mt Hope. About halfway between Cobar and Hillston on the Kidman Way.
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We’re preparing for our next big trip away. So today we’ve been out shopping – browsing 4WD and camping shops. And e-bay of course.
Now, I’m a novice when it comes to 4WDing and camping.
My type of shopping is usually very different. Last week my sister was in town, so we went for a trip to the markets – shopping and lunch. What more could a girl want? I bought a necklace. I won’t tell you how much I spent, other than to say that apparently it would have got us a few tanks of diesel while we’re away.
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