I’ve been playing Scrabble a bit. The word that got me winning the last game was “zebra”, on a triple word score. 48 points, thank you very much… I think I had been trailing before that. My sister is the demon Scrabble player from hell. Or so her reputation says. I don’t know if I’ve ... [More]
4 cloth bags for $72 of groceries tonight. 1 Mars Lava bar included in the aforementioned shopping, after the subject of this new flavour seemed to continually creep into the conversation over the weekend. Yum. 6 correct in the footy tips for the weekend. 103.9 cents per litre for petrol. Damn, that should be a ... [More]
While some were at the footy on Friday night, Marita and I went to a truly excellent (new?) restaurant at Docklands — Renzo’s Bar. Utterly delicious food, and not expensive in the grand scheme of things — $61 for two, including an entree and some drinks, but no dessert or coffees because we were due ... [More]
We’ve been going out for six months now. Naturally I don’t want to jinx it, but it seems to get better and better. And yes, everything I said in December still applies.
Okay, here’s my VCAT story. Several years ago, my father went into hospital following an accident. There were complications, and he was there for quite a few weeks. Eventually it became apparent that things had changed permanently: he was getting old (older than ever before!) and would no longer be able to live on his ... [More]
With Marita I took some time off work this afternoon to watch my friends Tony and Rae* at their VCAT hearing, as their former agents (plonkers) and landlord (only the agent turned up) tried to claim some of their bond money for (a) dents on a garage door that was part of a garage not ... [More]
Last Saturday was St Valentine’s Day. It’s been some years since I had anything to celebrate on Valentine’s Day. Fate has ruled that the last four or five of them, I have been single, so I was somewhat out of practice with the whole Valentine’s Day concept. Thus I was extra keen not to stuff ... [More]
We had cats when I was growing up, a series of them, many of whom lived to ripe old ages. The most memorable were Hepzibah, Sooty (mine) and Mischief (my sister’s, who was later renamed Eric by my mother after my sister moved out. Why Eric? Cast your mind back to Monty Python’s pet licence ... [More]