Wine So Serious?

What used to be a titillating weekend pastime with friends has now been reduced to a  dull, narcolepsy inducing, snobberific afternoon of swishing, swirling and spitting – SPITTING! I’m not sure about you but when I taste wine, unless it’s dreadful, I fully intend to swallow!  In fact, the whole thing has started to take itself just a little too seriously….

The Simplest Things

Sometimes there is a simplicity to life in Robe that amazes it’s visitors. On a warm Sunday afternoon we decided to take the kids and the visiting relatives to lunch at The Calli.  Local band, Axis were playing in the beer garden and we thought it might be nice to gather some friends and ‘do…

My husband is going through ‘The Change’

So here it is. You knew it would happen eventually…we both did. “Poor bastard”, you thought, “she’ll throw him under the bus next”. Of course she will, and here she goes. My husband is going through ‘The Change’. Now, before I continue, it is really important to me that you understand that I love him with…

Dissection of ‘The Wave’

According to Wikipedia a wave is an oscillation accompanied by a transfer of energy that travels through space or mass.  I suppose I do oscillate slightly when I wave at someone but how much energy I transfer through space or mass depends on who it is really. Humans wave to each other, it is the common courtesy of…

A Dear Friend of Mine Is A Slapper

She’s not really.  I just liked the heading and thought it a great attention grabbing title!  Plus I know when she reads it she’ll think: “that fucktard, I can’t believe she actually wrote that”. Anyway.  Last weekend on a sunny, windy, slightly hung over Sunday I sat with friends. A bottle of Rose and a bag…

The Top Ten Things to do in Robe SA in the 1980’s

Please note: Amazingly enough this is not a blog about Adam Goodes, nor does it contain any racism, booing or squirrel grips. Times have changed.  The world moves fast. Information overload means you no longer have time to stop and smell the roses and why bother anyway when you can watch someone else do it with after…

Balls, Boys, Battlefields…….and Broken Bones

Bloody hell!  Talk about channeling the spirit of Nostradamus. If my blogs continue to predict the future I may have to divorce my husband and run off with John Edward!  As one of the Senior Colts pointed out on Saturday, as I was head down bum up mid immobilisation of a fractured tibia, “you’ve jinxed yourself!”. Thanks Sam…

Boys, Balls And Battlefields

When you live in a small town like Robe SA there’s only a certain amount of ‘stuff’ you can get involved with.  By ‘stuff’ I mean those things that you do outside of work and family like hobbies, interests, extracurricular activities (the G rated version thanks).  The very nature of a small town nestled into…

Small Towns Are Like Families (they’re not always nice)

Living in a small town is like living in a large family of rather uncongenial relations.  Sometimes it’s fun, and sometimes it’s perfectly awful, but it’s always good for you.  People in large towns are like only children.   Joyce Dennys ‘Henrietta Sees It Through: More News From The Home Front’ 1942-1945

Am I doing this right?

Being new to the blogosphere (is that even a word?) I am tentative about not only my ability to blog but also about my ability to have something to blog about.  Must a blogger create witty, funny, clever, engaging posts all pushing the reader to a single goal or should they just allow their first thoughts…