You can't keep a Granny down
Nos volo opus! is the cry of the Centurions outside the Colosseum. Or maybe they use the modern equivalent of Latin, perhaps they’re calling out Vogliamo il lavoro! Whatever they’re saying, the Centurions, who are a delight to tourists in Rome, are being told to move on by the local vigiles or polizia . Rome… [Continue Reading]
It was one of those mornings when I hadn’t tried very hard with myself. I only wanted to pop up to the local shop to pick up some fresh bread, so I didn’t obsess over my wardrobe. There’s nothing wrong with old track suit pants and running shoes although the antiques I was wearing had… [Continue Reading]
By pure luck I found this incredible stall in Queens Parade, Clifton Hill. It was late in the evening and the last bus home was due, so I couldn’t hang around long. Apparently, the Jam Lady from Healesville, sells her produce from a little homewares shop in the Parade and was out the front touting… [Continue Reading]
My mother had a great display of hibiscus along a wall of her house. She took great care in the feeding and watering of her plants, as much care as she took in the feeding and watering of me. I never liked for her hibiscus. They were always full of ants. Which brings me to… [Continue Reading]
Remember this Piranha Plant from Super Mario Brothers? I had one on my doorstep today. Now I’ve head about people getting conned into preposterous contracts for their electricity and their gas. Conned by smooth-talking smarty-pants at the door. Plenty of Seniors have been jollied into slapping their moniker onto a bit of paper held out… [Continue Reading]
Have you noticed all the advertisements for cloth nappies lately? Maybe you haven’t. Usually any ad for nappies, infant formula or sexy low-cut red brassieres doesn’t draw a ping from my conscious mind, but the message about cloth nappies finally struck a small grey cell in my head. Cloth nappies are advertised as being environmentally… [Continue Reading]
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