The discovery of some unexpected visitors in our home this week was a bit of a shock. After hearing a sort of dripping sound in the bathroom for a while now, I was wondering if either there was something leaking…
Category: Just me
Posts about me, my family and friends (yes I have some), Seymour the Wonder Cat and his not-so-trusty sidekick Norman the Newbie Cat and life in general, both online and offline
Bye for now
I’m on holiday until the 19th so am off to Aussie for a week or so. Hopefully it’ll be a tad warmer than it is here right now! And we’ll be back, of course, in time for the opening day…
I do … in debt
According to Quartz, the taste for ridiculously expensive weddings is nothing new, but I’m finding it hard to get my head around the average spend in 2013 of an eye-watering $29,548. I get that brides want their big day, but…
A night at the theatre, with chunks
Oh Jasmine, we’ve never officially met but I just wanted to say that I am glad we had the good sense to put some distance between you and us on Friday night. And I can’t help but wonder just how…
It’s all over for another year
Phew, that’s Christmas all done and dusted for another year. Hope everyone had a fun day doing whatever it is you like to do to mark the festive season 2013.
Merry Christmas!
Cohen 2013: the same but better
Three years ago, I was lucky enough to see Leonard Cohen live in concert in Christchurch so when I bought tickets for this bonus return visit, I was expecting it to be something of a carbon copy of that concert.…
Positive changes
I’m looking great, apparently. No, really: everyone keeps telling me how good I look at the moment. It’s lovely to hear it, and I suppose I probably do look a tad healthier than I did a year ago. And even…
tap-tap-tap … Is this thing on?
I’ve been a bad, bad blogger, not posting here for months. I apologise for abandoning you (not that it’s likely anyone’s noticed) but – for a few months at least – life got in the way. It’s been an interesting…
Time on my hands
There’s one side effect of having a dicky ticker I didn’t anticipate: time. You see, I used to work too many hours but when I got the diagnosis, I decided that I needed to take back control and stop working…