For Christmas, Gareth gave me (among other things)… a dog! Well. Technically, Kenco is not my dog. He lives in England. He belongs to the Dogs Trust. I am but his humble sponsor. But my £1.50 a week gives him food, chew toys and an old couch to sleep on. And I can get the Read More
I've been on holidays for two days now, so that's two days I've been trying to write a new entry. Two days I've been watching crappy television, drinking port and generally surrendering to Slug Mode. This is my first Scottish Christmas where I have not spent all Christmas, Boxing and New Years Days working at Read More
I know a man who once swam in a vat of Nutella. His name is John and he's the partner of Mum's lovely friend Trish. I met him the night before Wedding III, when The Mothership arranged a dinner with her Schoolteacher Posse. John was one of those easygoing guys you like immediately. Gareth was Read More
As soon as I have finished looking at every single picture on HEL LOOKS I will post something new. This entry is just so that the one about shagging isn't at the top of the page. Hee!
We saw a couple of most rockin bands on Friday night. The smoky little room above the pub was crammed with drinking dancing bodies, and Gareth seemed to know about 90% of them. How can one person have so many bloody acquaintances? Maybe it just seems a lot compared to the measly three or four Read More
Well, I’ve been a moody little shit this week. The Darkness is getting to me again. Going to work in the dark, getting home in the dark. Etcetera, etcetera. Then I got into a huff at work this morning because I had to put up the Christmas decorations, and they were in the same jingle Read More
“Now whatever you do, don’t pay full price,” the Mothership lectured as we pulled into the Woolworths petrol station. “You have to haggle.” “But we’re buying an electric frying pan!” “So?” “You can’t haggle on a frying pan! We’re going to Retravision, not a market in Thailand.” “Nonsense! Did you know, I got five dollars Read More
Today wifely pride abounded as Gareth received his Ph.D in Electrical Engineering, looking ravishing in his magenta robes. After three years slaving over a hot thesis, it seems more punishment than reward to have to parade in front of hundreds of people in a freaky pink cape. Henceforth he shall be known on this blog Read More
Bread Clips! In Britain, loaves of bread are sealed shut with these infuriating strips of sticky plastic that, unless you have ten-inch talons, take half a bloody hour to pick open and then rarely reseal with any degree of satisfaction. But in Australia, you get a miniature masterpiece — the humble bread clip. The simple Read More
I’ve been toying with seeing the new Hollywood version of Pride & Prejudice after reading some favourable reviews from Bloggers That I Trust. But given the ridiculous number of Sundays that sister Rhi and I used to spend watching the entire six-hour BBC version, only tearing our gaze from Mr Darcy long enough to refill Read More
