I am a considerate dining client. I made a reservation 2 days in advance and advised this ‘we consider ourselves an upmarket restaurant’ that my mother used a walking frame. On the day we were going out to lunch, my husband was free to join us so I phoned to check it would be okay. … More A nice lunch out.
It has taken a lot of persausion to push my husband into the 21st century. To be fair, he did have a mobile in the 90’s – when everyone’s ringtone was the same. Remember that? A phone would ring when you were out with friends and everyone within a 100meters would freeze and wonder if … More Fickle AI and the Harbinger of Doom.
I have started writing another book. It’s a follow-on from ‘I am not Joe Donovan’ and it’s amazing just how much I don’t remember from this world that I alone, created. Sometimes it’s so basic it’s embarrassing. Like how old is Saracia? Ummmmmm? I’ve decided 18 but I knew that sort of stuff before and … More Me, writing a book.
Christmas is over and if you live in NZ, it seems everything is on sale. Half price off this and a “whopping” 20% of that, and in every shop, miserable looking sales assistants who’d rather be on holiday, manage to tear themselves away from their phones just long enough to check whether you’re a sucker … More Shopping
This years version is exactly the same!! It’s about this time of the year I start to wish things were different. For a start off, a different hemisphere sounds pretty good to me – until I hear how many of the Thanksgiving Revellers are now ill with Covid and that London is shut down for … More The Christmas Rant
This is the day we usually spend tarting up the house. By this I mean as well as the vaccuuming and general cleaning, we’ve shake the creases out of the duvets in the spare rooms and make sure the dead flies on the window ledges and spiderwebs in the corners of the rooms, are well … More This is the day…
My banking career began with saving money initially in a little red metal book that had tight, interlocking teeth that were only supposed to be opened by someone at the Post Office who had the key. I used a knife. Those pennies dropped full of promise onto my lap and were secreted away for ‘spending’ … More Bank on it.
I have never been a great fan of birds. For a start off they have creepy eyes. And sharp beaks, and claws. Even their feathers have a false sense of ‘whispness’ about them, but birds have never before driven me to the depths of rage I have felt in the last week. It has to … More The War of the Birds
I get some interesting things on my FB page – mainly because the people who post the most are my American friends. I’m not very good at acknowledging their diligence but I suppose if it’s a choice between posting a picture with a dog and a nice story and looking out your window at snowflakes … More In Service – or not.
I am busy buying presents, wrapping presents and spending a fortune sending them overseas before the cut off day. I am, as some of you may already know, a big fan of the postal service which each week delivers a letter to one of my grand-daughters – or in the case of the young ones … More Christmas Confusion
