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For those who've been following along, we've finally got around to doing the tiling of the splashback in the kitchen. I've had the tiles for ages as I got them in sales, saving a few hundred dollars, but

Declutter Or Downsize? Right now, as I type this, I’m listening to podcasts. The podcasts are providing some much needed dopamine distraction while I go through my cupboards and drawers looking for old

No, there is no rest for wicked husbands. Evenly the wickedly good ones. Sorry, Hive men. I know you empathise with men forced to DIY for their wives. Rest assured, he wanted the window. First step was

What do humans need? Ask Becky Chambers in this beautiful little hope punk book, where we meet a non binary tea monk who meets a robot in the wilderness and muses upon what gives our lives meaning. I'm

Seeing that my husband was relaxing the other day, I found a job for him to do - create a breakfast bar overlooking the garden. I usually have a cuppa or my muesli standing up against the balcony rail,

Dads ashes finally went to the ocean 🌊 yesterday - swirling round in the big blue. Felt like he was already out there but it felt right for them to be released where he wanted them to go, on the coast

Who gained a dog during COVID? Six years on, and I'm wondering if people will get another one when their fur baby reaches its inevitable demise (because dogs, like men and gods, also must die) or whether

Perhaps it's just a coincidence - my good mood this past week seems to have lined up with dogsitting the neighbour's wire haired pointer, Amy. Yes I know, who calls a dog Amy? I have yet to ask. The fact

Having a dog makes you get out more - we're dog sitting at the moment (more on that in another post) and so we have to get out twice a day to keep her happy and stop the back yard becoming full of excrement.

I love Sundays. Yesterday we spent the arvo in my Mum's garden mowing, weeding, fertilising the fruit trees and filling up one of her raised garden beds. Still lots to do, but it feels more manageable

Just when I was thinking chronic hip pain was going to be my fucking life, a Bowen therapist handed me a book, suggesting that there were a few things about how my pain was presenting that suggested it

This week @deirdyweirdy said that she'll never get over the miracle of growing things that she can eat. Fuck yeah. If you've got to that point in your gardening journey you're never going back. And even

We never really celebrated Father's Day - I think we saw Dad often enough that we didn't feel the need to have a special day for him. My sister sent me this photo last weekend though on the Australian

In the midst of my blackest depression last week I was barely putting one foot in front of the other. Seeing that, my darling husband put his bike plans on hold and got me into the garden. Bowerbirds singing,

The Wall Of Opposition It’s currently 12:50am on September 2nd 2026 as I start typing this. I’m up late because I have just submitted an assessment 21 minutes before the just-before-Midnight cutoff point.

We missed our August 20th wedding anniversary a few weeks ago, by the time I got to finishing this post off in my drafts. We're terrible at dates and just forgot. It didn't matter. We don't need a day

When I was young Mum taught herself how to cook vegetarian meals. She went to a few classes and that was it - Dad didn't touch meat til the day he died and she's still staunchly vegetarian. Dad loved these

It's been a while since I've got out my camera, mainly as I find it hard because usually I'd talk to Dad about it, and Dad would always be talking to me about photography. But the orchids are out in the

I don't buy art often. It's so expensive - and justifiably so. But I kinda knew I'd splash our on one of these whales when an exhibition opened up at the local art house. I'd seen them online for a while,

When we first saw our bathroom it was a bit of a mess - it needed a paint and it looked very tired. The taps were from the '80's, as were the handles, and the tiles seemed old fashioned and ugly. The benchtop