The Missus and I need a big house so we both can have our own space. And in the land of semi-retirement, you watch your money pretty closely. So, of course, we just bought a little camper van. In our defense, it’s not really a camper van. Certainly not like the big one that two families […]
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I love eccentric people, especially if they have chickens. And don’t live next door. Hence, I love going to the physiotherapist, to have my head rotated and get an update on the Titirangi Chicken Situation. (Yes, I shot that seven-second video last year!) It seems that the Council — after six months of meetings and […]
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We are well past time for National Public Holidays honoring bacon. And we don’t mean the lame-o Dec. 30 alleged “Bacon Day” that nobody know about. We’re talking the need for major, urgent changes to the United States of America’s Public Holidays. Day […]
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I have a hole new kind of writer’s block. I thought I would write something all clever, if not hysterical, while the Missus is grocery shopping. But I can’t think of anything except the fact that my left big toe is poking through a hole in my sock. This has occurred because a) the […]
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It’s late. I’m relaxing in the recliner. Reading. Sort of. Zzzzzzzz. Hearing aids are out. Because I do not want to be disturbed. Happy sigh. But then I hear something disturbing.
Read More...It was crappy, cold, rainy weather. Bumper-to-bumper, rush-hour traffic on Blockhouse Bay Road, my thoroughfare going home. All I could think about was taking some Panadol, and crashing out with a heating pad on my aching neck. So much bloody traffic. Then I saw him. A really old man, broken down on the other side […]
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Our record for Lent is pretty spotty over the last couple of decades because we have made some very, very bad decisions. There was the year that we gave up sex for Lent. If our memory is correct, that’s the year that we killed 900 people and got divorced. So overall, not so good. That […]
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