Before the Bun-Scare, I had spent three days here at the vineyard, awash in my own space. Only animals to look after. My list of things to do was attended to. I paid bills that had been languishing and actually sorted out my tax for this year, which took me more than half a day. …
Certain women of my vintage will recall that before stealing your dad’s razor to shave your legs the first time, you looked for something… something a little less prone to involuntary bloodletting. Not wax – I don’t even recall waxing being on my radar – no, you went and poked around in the chemist and …
Daylight saving. It began this morning, baffling me the way it always does. Which device has the correct time? There is no internet connection here, so how would anything know to change on its own? Where is an actual analogue clock? KittyLicious, emulating Luna the Boatcat, yowled me awake reliably at 5.16am. I got up …
On the same afternoon that the Most Recent Trailer was acquired, the Smalls and I headed back to the vineyard for what had been intended to be five days of housesitting. However, biology intervened. Our host remained in situ, minus her appendix, and thus unable to do very much at all. Had I been on …
High on the goodwill of the Excellent People Who Accidentally Sold Us a Stolen Trailer, M found another, for double the price – but almost new and already registered. We journeyed out to places unknown, through New Norfolk and what seemed like halfway up Mt Dromedary. Somewhere up there lives a guy in a very …
It turns out that it’s not just cars that hate me, it’s trailers too. In addition to the shortage of small dogs in Tasmania, there is also a premium on trailers. It would be a reasonable earn to head to the mainland, buy up some trailers, bring them back over and sell them for a …