Don’t feed the wildlife…

  • By Alison
  • 6 January, 2013
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Last year I broke my own unspoken rule about being an observer rather than an interferer to the wildlife around us. I tossed my foxy friend a scrap of ham, … Continue Reading →

Only mad dogs and Englishmen (go out in snow)

The recent snowfall in England has successfully done its job once again, in bringing pretty much most of Great Britain to a complete standstill. Airports closed, network rail halted, and roads gridlocked with abandoned cars.

Of course, only the crazy and stupid people would choose to get in their cars and add to the problem when the snow is falling and the gritters are still stabled. The warnings come thick and fast to NOT drive unless you absolutely have to.

Which of course, is why we found ourselves driving through Saturday’s blizzard, both dressed in wedding finery, and going nowhere fast…

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Rocket in the Veg-Table

  • By Alison
  • 30 June, 2010
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Basil brush bites back

There has been a large furor lately about a fox attack that happened on two babies who were lying in their cot – in their house, on the third floor. Both babies were seriously injured, and while they are both home now, one of them may need plastic surgery throughout her life, due to the facial injuries. 

Apparently 6 foxes have now been trapped in their backyard and put to death.

Nothing can lessen the horror of this event – particularly the fact that the fox had to travel up 2 flights of stairs to get at the girls. That they were not safe in their own bedroom.

What bites on me – however – is…

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camping in the woods

  • By Alison
  • 29 May, 2010
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We spent Saturday of last weekend at a scout camp, doing organised activities, playing in the woods and camping. And also, snapping some photos.

The one in which I start a war with my neighbours. Or have sex with them.

I start so many blog posts in my head, get to about the third paragraph, then forget the entire thing. Which is a real shame, because I am hugely witty … Continue Reading →

Snow clumps and snot

In case you missed it the first time round, or haven’t read my about me page (which is called introspective, because that’s all fancy and stuff), I am an Australian. … Continue Reading →

One green bottle…

One green bottle, hanging on the wall, one green bottle, hanging on the wall, and if one green bottle should accidently fall, it will bounce softly because I got a … Continue Reading →

Summer blow out

“Daddy is this really summer?” I had a discussion (read argument) with Mr Boxer Shorts about the weather the other day. He objected to my use of the word “crap” … Continue Reading →

re-use, re-pair, re-cycle, re-buttal

Apparently the boffins are now claiming that man’s pollution is having diddly squat effect on the whole global warming malarky. Which gives rise to that subset of internews that revolves … Continue Reading →