Its Australia Day tomorrow and I’m at work. What a dill I am for not arranging (like everyone else I work with) to take Monday off. On Thursday afternoon when I finished work for the week, walking home I smelled a familiar and not very favourite scent. It increased in smell volume as I headed… Continue reading Rainbow Serpents in the Pyrenees
Tasted fine, but 7 hours later my body decided it and everything else remaining in my body must be expelled, swiftly and spectacularly. Lucky I was home, pottering about the house.
Yesterday I mixed up the first litre of coconut milk with the kefir culture I bought from Mad Millie. At lunch today, 24 hours after the initial mixing, the liquid had separated, which is not unusual for coconut milk, the smell was delightfully floral-coconut and a little yeasty and the mix had a bit of… Continue reading Poisoned Coconut Milk… the Kefir experiment
My partner recently decided that beer and bread were the culprits of his reflux and heart burn. He would be a dreadful, grumpy, pained inhabitant of Medieval Europe. As a consequence, he has pretty much stopped consuming them – albeit with the odd relapse, just to make sure This has had the knock on effect… Continue reading An update on my bowels. Due to popular request…
Earlier this month I posted a rant about the unjoys of Christmas which included a list of random scribblings in my paper journal that lives by my side most of the time. In that list was this item: Email from 2013 reply RV Let’s take a ride with Rod Taylor in my time machine back… Continue reading When passion turns to dread
Memory. All alone in the moonlight. At 2am That’s when I ripped my foot open on a piece of rusty old rio grid that was lying on the ground near the outdoor dunny at my gypsy wagon / shepherd’s hut in the bush. My weekend started on Friday last week – I had the day… Continue reading Why am I in this room again?
Like most everyone connected in to social media and probably a large number of those who are not, I am in mourning. When I was very young in the early 1970’s glam rock was rampant on Countdown. Every Saturday and Sunday evening for about 30 minutes, grown men with long hair and glittery eye makeup… Continue reading The Circuit’s Dead, There’s Something Wrong