The outhouse was a simple brick construction built around a very deep hole, with a crude brick and wood seat over the crater. The roof made of corrugated iron rattled in the wind. When it rained the drops hammered down fon the metal creating a deafening din. Using them was an interesting experience.
How many of us have played around with our children, asking what they wanted to be when grown up? Making suggestions of different, very masculine professions for our boys, such as Doctor, or Pilot. Well click the link below, to find out what my grandson wanted to be when he grew up!
My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
Following his ’mooning’ accident, and with a shattered pelvis, my son, Sean, was faced with months of bedridden immobility in the local hospital. He had to lie as still as possible, to give his bones a chance to repair themselves. As he was otherwise perfectly healthy this became an interminable, boring, experience............. Click the link to find out more
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem......... NO NAMES! My dad and I had a love-hate relationship. I suppose he had to love me, I was his daughter, after all, but he hated my sassiness. He also hated my habit of taking whatever I fancied, usually without permission. Now, in those … Continue reading NO NAMES!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem......... THE DARK SIDE OF MOONING! My son Sean enjoyed life to the max. The main objective of his existence was fun... and women. If he could combine the two, well game on. One day he and his pals jumped into a couple of cars … Continue reading THE DARK SIDE OF MOONING!
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem......... Toilet Paper: Tale of a Tail! Living with my daughter, Laura, after she adopted me following my double whammy of losing my husband and my son within five months of each other. And NO, it wasn’t because I was extra careless and couldn’t find them one day. (Something Laura used to say)
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem.......... Laughing Gas! My father was a battler. As a result we were not the wealthiest family in town , which at that time was Livingstone, in Zambia. We were, however, a great survivalist family, with an acute sense of humour. In the most daunting of … Continue reading LAUGHING GAS!
He had sat entranced by the amazing magical powers of that golden trident. He wished he had one. What wonders would he be able to perform? He pounced on the tool and dashed inside, brandishing it in his mother's direction, and announcing, “I am King Neptune... and this is my magic trident! Mommy, what is your wish?”