In Celebration of: Travelling Friendships There is a mistaken belief about friendships that once formed, they must remain consistent. You’ve probably seen those posts on Facebook or heard about true friendships being the ones where you pick up the thread again where you left off, going over old, common ground. But I like the ones… Read More In Crlebration of Small things: Travelling Friendships
I’m a dinki-di, ridgey- didge, true blue Caf-Fiend. Yes, I love my tea first thing in the morning but I need the caffeine rush to spark up my neurons and fire my synapses. Every house sit guarantees coffee apparatus be it a sophisticated one with built in grinder, pod machine, stovetop or plunger. But I… Read More In Celebration of small things; My Travel Press
I could have flown, a journey which would have taken an hour. Instead, I took a train from one city to another, a journey of eleven hours in total. I usually fly around the country but this time I decided to take advantage of a cheap voucher I’d been given and take the long way… Read More A Journey By Train
Tupperware is Evil Once hailed as the ultimate answer to food storage, I have a different view of the multiverse of plastic containers, collectively known as ‘Tupperware’. Quite simply its evil. Let me explain why I have come to this perverse conclusion on an inanimate man-made creation which is supposed to make life less chaotic… Read More Tupperware is Evil
‘I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of… Read More Trees in Springtime
Its approaching the end of ‘Buy Nothing New Month’ and for the month of October I’ve had great fun doing just that. Its amazing what you can find when you commit to the experience: a new pair of shoes, never worn, for $6, summer pants made in France, ever so summery and stylish, a gorgeous… Read More Where Do You Come From?
Ever since childhood, I’ve hated clowns. Something about their painted faces and miserable attempts at buffoonery, churns my stomach. I never found them funny nor did they gain my compassion as they slipped on the sawdust and wept those painted tears. No, I never responded in the way I was supposed to instead I sat… Read More The Evil Clown WEP Halloween Challenge