The Trials of Living off The Grid

Five months ago we moved onto fifty acres and into a tiny cottage with only two bedrooms.  Not only does the house have only two bedrooms but it also has only one bathroom and to top it off, we’re off the grid. Five people, a tiny house and off the grid? Well, let’s say life’s been interesting. During the summer months we were left without … Continue reading The Trials of Living off The Grid

Road Kill Ran Us Out Of Town

I wound down the car windows expecting to smell the freshly mowed grass of the cricket ground.  Instead my nostrils were assaulted by the foulest smell imaginable. “What the crap is that smell?” Pippa demanded clutching her nose. “Probably crap I’d say,” Kate replied. “Please don’t use the word crap,” I admonished. “Well, what would you rather we say?” Kate asked.  “What the frig is … Continue reading Road Kill Ran Us Out Of Town

Mr Fit and That Vile Fishy Smell

Upon hearing that Freddy Fit, (his son) was suffering from high cholesterol, Baz rummaged through his cupboards, found what he was looking for and rushed over to Freddy’s house. Freddy, glad for the distraction, was pleased to see his father pull up in his driveway.  He had been feeling unmotivated which was very unusual for him as he generally enjoyed working from home.  It had … Continue reading Mr Fit and That Vile Fishy Smell

The Ghost of Christmas Past

On a hot Australian summers day boisterous, lovable Aunt Mavis rocked up in her green EJ Holden car full of Christmas spirit.  She burst through the doors, barely able to stand from the weight of all her packages.  Presents for everyone, home baked biscuits, a Christmas cake in there somewhere, calling “Merry Christmas my darlings!” Barney, her full grown great dane bounded in after her. … Continue reading The Ghost of Christmas Past

Poor Theobald’s Insatiable Itch

This is a strange little story which, I’m not exactly sure is true, even though the story teller assures me, it most certainly is. One night, many years ago, Marjory watched her then two year old son, Theobald, scratch his butt frantically in his sleep.  The next morning Theobald was fine, not an itch in sight.  That was, until he went to bed later that … Continue reading Poor Theobald’s Insatiable Itch