You played Candy Crush waiting for the paint to dry. It said low fumes. The smell is so strong it tosses the room around in your head like a Cubist painting. Your lungs are bursting. Open the door. Breathe. I love renovating. You get to compromise with your partner. You know they may not have … Continue reading Paint Fumes
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I love Gozleme
I was 'a bit gobsmacked' on the weekend. I scrolled through some blog posts of our local community group. In one post this bloke was 'having a go' at the lady that runs our local cafe. He was 'banging on' about how his pie was soggy. Oh 'for Pete's sake' it's a pie. Talk about … Continue reading I love Gozleme
Ep 3: #Job Hunt – Twist of Fate
(with audio) Previously it was The Blow In. Now the saga continues! So I was hightailing it back to Sydney. A 10 hour straight trip in my not so reliable car. Cruising along hour after hour. Day turns to night. Civilisation to bush, and we've got a heck of alot of bush around here! It was the middle … Continue reading Ep 3: #Job Hunt – Twist of Fate
Ep 1: #Job Hunt – That elusive first job
Ep 1 (with audio) After speaking to my friends daughter recently I realised she and her friends think having trouble getting a job after leaving school is new to their generation. I'm sorry to break it to you. We don't always get things 'served on a silver platter'. I certainly didn't. I've been 'scraping the … Continue reading Ep 1: #Job Hunt – That elusive first job
#Poetry – My lighter exploded
My stories are created from real stories shared by people I meet, or places I go. For this rhyme I have included news to show the time lapse of a burning issue. So sad. It was a lighter he said that she'd thrown on the dash, a lighter that exploded with an almighty flash. My … Continue reading #Poetry – My lighter exploded
#Poetry – Young Amputee
When your riding your bike there's a thing you just dread. Like some idiot in a car doing a u-turn ahead. Guess you can figure out what would come next. It when boom it went bang, I could have been dead. Won't speak of the pain cause I've blotted it out, but you can imagine … Continue reading #Poetry – Young Amputee
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