After reading the last post I must remember:
Don't blog when tired, stressed, in pain, full of pain killers, eating almond brittle, peanutbutter on toast, thinking too much and drinking port.
Especially don't blog when I'm doing all of those at the same time.
I'm leaving all the mistakes, it will remind me.
One thing I did leave out of that post, my first hangover. I found that the new toilet was the right distance for sitting and throwing up in the handbasin. Fancy mum thinking ahead like that.
8 comments:
It was a great post. I loved it. A little vignette of your childhood, it would make a good short film. Mistakes? I am blind. I also like your addendum about the handbasin distance from the dunny. Yes very thoughtful, I must remember it for future bathroom designs.
JT, Your the last person who needs to apologise for a mistake or two in your posting.
You and Link, with your home-and-hearth stories, warm these cold mountain days for me.
Oh Ron, you are *such* a shmoozer...
I'll second what Ron said...
Love the spider. I'm waiting for them to put a bear up for adoption.
the previous post is brilliant.. and I understand the price for it.. heh.
(reminds me of a few 'dunnies of experience'. The 'night-cart' man at the 'settler' camp on Kangaroo Island was one of the nicest blokes have ever met; even though he rarely washed, had a beard probably full of redbacks, and fingernails you could grow potatoes under.)
Loved your thoughtful, beautiful post and admired the spirit that infused it.
If only we could all be so eloquent after a hangover!
Every time I think I'm done with this post someone in the family reminds me of another story, like the neighbourhood brat who dumped our cat in the pan and shut the door. Mum was the first one in just as cat was finally climbing out so she launched and landed on Mum's shoulder. No wonder this family grew up with a diabolical sense of humour.
For the faint-hearted, Tuesday night at midnight ABC is showing 'The Cat People" with Simone Simon. Black and white but 'hairs on the back of your neck' scary especially the scene at the swimming pool. I know because I used a full box of matches getting down the backyard after watching this movie. This is the 1930's one not that practically porn thing they re-made.
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