Palangi
We got there early coz Dad couldn’t wait to see his sis. Dad parked up and rushed out of the rain. He asks this palangi, …
Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …
Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …
Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …
Saturday. I think about sleeping in, but instead I get up and make a start on converting a stash of crab apples into jelly. Crab …
He was a good man. A strong man. A hard working man. A loving man. A family man. A man fighting to eke out a …
I have a really torrid relationship with Agapanthus. At times it feels very personal and twisted. I love the flower buds, and the young flowers, …
My Dad always washed the dishes in our home. His view was that he helped dirty the dishes, therefore he’d help clean up the dishes. …
While waiting for Marica at lunchtime today I noticed either some enterprising soul has planted these cabbage/cauliflower/some other brassica sp. or they’ve some how germinated …
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