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Poo, Poke and Post
That heading above is from an actual advertisement in my GP’s office about getting your bowel checked for cancer. I think it’s clever and ranks up there with ‘do a deposit in your undies’ that was plastered all over Adelaide’s buses encouraging online banking. Anyhoo, Pooing, Poking and Posting usually occurs when you’re fifty, but…
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Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth
Thanks to Bev at Sunday Stealing for these questions. (1) Like Plastic Mancunian I am an introvert who can very expertly be an extrovert when required. I can be funny or friendly, and learned during my solo travels in my early twenties that finding someone alone at a party when you feel alone and asking…
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No more tears
I’m trying my hardest to be cheap to run. As our Air BnB is costing us a small fortune while we await settlement of our house and a complete repaint on the inside, I’m not only recovering from the cost of groceries in Australia but also personal grooming stuff. You know, shower gel, moisturiser and…
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Stupid sinks
When we decided we were coming back home and that ‘home’ was going to be Hobart Tasmania, we looked up realestate.com.au and domain.com.au and had a map of the city close by. We also have a lifelong friend who grew up in Hobart, who gave us some very tactful warnings about where to not look…
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Pan pipes from hell
Moving back home to Australia after twelve years away (gee I’ve been writing that a lot lately) means that we have completely fallen out of the system. Drivers’ licenses need to be reverted from French back to Aussie ones; the bank needs assurance that we are who we insist we are, and Medicare has no…
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The Nanna Cart’s Prayer
Our Nanna Cart, Who art in the porch, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in Coles, As it is in Woolies. Give us this day our daily bread, especially if it is on special. And forgive us our trips in the car, As we forgive them that pull out in…
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Beauty in the eye of
I set up this blog to shake off the writing cobwebs, but also to see, share and genuinely appreciate the good things about moving to Tasmania. An honourable intention to be sure, but in my day-to-day wanderings, there are some alarming sights as well and that’s just my reflection in shop windows most of the…
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Here you go darlin’
It is weird to say that you’re in love with a bus system? Stuff it: I’m in love with MetroTas. Buses turn up every ten minutes where we’re currently located in Moonah and it was easy to buy a green credit card thingy from their office in Elizabeth Street, run by fifty-something ladies who all…
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