You know how we knock ourselves around when we’re young, and think we’ve got away with it? It’s an illusion. It may look as though we bounce back from bangs, bruises, and breaks, with no harm done (or not much, for the most part), but the knocked around bits bide their time. Then, as we …

Continue reading Bad backs, vacuum cleaners, and Elliot to the rescue.

About 20 months ago my cat, Patrick, popped out of the cat door for the last time. He was 14 years old, and had been diagnosed with the not uncommon cat ailment of hyperthyroidism. It was being treated, but must have worsened faster than the treatment could keep up, and he died in the neighbour’s …

Continue reading I lost a cat, then briefly acquired a kitten. I’m no longer an ‘old cat lady’ – for now.

At long last I got around to doing something I’d been meaning to do for ages – I visited the New Brighton History Museum. That’s New Brighton in Christchurch NZ, not New Brighton and Christchurch in the UK, in the event anyone needs that clarified. If either of those places in the UK have a …

Continue reading The New Brighton History Museum

It was my birthday yesterday – 1st October. I’ve now been in this world for 67 years, and boy have I learned some stuff. I survived the years of being ‘young and dumb and just wanting fun’, plus the years after that of work and paying a mortgage, and now I’ve reached this third era …

Continue reading If I have to have another birthday, I might as well have another book on fungi. Believe it not, that makes sense to me.