Things that irk…

We’re going on a holiday, leaving early tomorrow morning. The Wonder Dog had the big shave late yesterday, so that he will have a limited supply of fur to shed in the place we’re staying. He’s now about the size, shape and colour of a new born lamb. The poor wee thing. The Old Boy is out getting prescriptions filled and buying something we can eat today, as I was a bit too clever using up the food before we left. I should be doing last-minute laundry and then packing but, instead, ever loyal to my fans (cough) I’m doing the blog first. I hope you realise it’s because you’re all so special and it has nothing to do with putting off the ironing. Now, to leave you something to think about, and possibly comment on, during the week....

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Is the grass really greener?

“The grass is always greener on the other side…” When you’re driving about our magnificent countryside, it’s easy to spot the wishful thinkers. At practically every farm or paddock you drive past, you will see cows, horses or sheep (even the occasional goat) with their heads shoved through or under the fence. Despite the large expanse of pasture stretched out behind them, the animals are desperate to nibble the tuft of weeds on the other side of the fence. I suppose the thinking is, “If they’ve put a fence up to keep us out then this must be prime tucker!” Or, it could be as simple as, “Ooh, num-nums.” I’m not an expert on these things, so I’m taking an educated guess. Unfortunately, the...

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Well-played, sir!

Last night the old Boy and I went to watch our grandson’s first football match. It was a family affair with all of us there except my daughter-in-law who couldn’t leave work in time. They didn’t use the whole oval, just one small patch down in the goal square, but it was big enough for these guys. They were all aged 5 or 6, except for our grandson who’ll turn 5 in a couple of weeks. It was an interesting experience. You’ve heard the term: It’s like herding chooks. These were chooks with attitude. When they weren’t part of the scrambling melee around the ball, they entertained themselves with wrestling matches…with their own team-mates. In the third quarter the umpire had to issue a warning to one enterprising child:...

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