October, all my bags are packed ….
The time has arrived. It is the time of year when, out walking, I look anxiously over my shoulder or scan the trees ahead for danger. It is the time of year for which I have been training these last six months. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is magpie swooping (ie. breeding) season. Read more
It is Friday, so it is time for a song. But first, a couple of photos and a story about the one that got away. There are some photos, ladies and gentlemen, that should never be cropped and enlarged, so of course, I couldn’t resist.
(This post contains content that may gross out some readers.) Read more
I was astonished, ladies and gentlemen, to learn of the investigation by the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) into the origin of the idiom — to run around like a blue-arsed fly; an idiom that means to be very busy. In particular, I was surprised by the OED’s initial proposition that the origin of the phrase could be traced to a 1970 quote by HRH Prince Phillip, the Duke of Edinburgh. As many older Aussies can tell you, the phrase has been around at least as far back as the 1950s and probably longer. I was also surprised to learn that the phrase may actually have its genesis in another country – America. I’ll be blowed! (Word nerds can read about it here and here.) Read more
A long time ago in a land far away, my True Love and I had a big adventure. It was on our European backpacking tour of ’91. While we were in Ireland, we decided we would lash out (spend up big) and take an organised day tour of Killarney National Park. Our mode of transport was horse and cart, and then dinghy for the return across Loch Léin to Ross Castle (I hope I’ve got that right. It was such a long time ago). For the more intrepid traveler, there was the option of riding a horse. Now I’m not that intrepid but I used to be a good rider, so I chose to ride. My True Love wisely chose to travel by cart. Read more
First world problem – when there is a fast moving river running down your street due to a burst water main and your son is late for work. Read more
Don’t ask me. I’ve no idea. But I did want to take it home with me to look after it. Read more
Here is my response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Diametric.
One of the things I really love about the Ragtag Daily Prompt is the contributions from all our participants. One of my favourite contributors (I have many) is Lois from On Pets and Prisoners. She always comes up with just the right quirky photo to illustrate the prompt. Today, I feel the need to respond in kind. So here is my fun photo too. Read more
I forgot to include this photo of a beautiful fly in my November Changing Seasons post. You know the weather is warming up when the blow flies come a-visiting. Maybe these exquisitely beautiful creatures are not such a pain after all. Unlikely praise for the king of the flies. Read more
Dear Readers, here is a poem about my dog, Ama. It is written in the style of a bush poem. Read more
This is my response to the 3-Day Quote Challenge (Day 2) and also to the WordPress Daily Prompt — Bubble.
The delightful Pauline from Living in Paradise has invited me to take part in a 3-day Quote Challenge. I am up to Day 2 (phew). You can see my Day 1 quote post here. Once again, thanks to Pauline for including me in this challenge. I’m starting to get the hang of it (ie. having way too much fun). So join me in a gastronomic celebration and share the love around. Without further ado, here is the second quote: