It crashed! My Outlook email lifeline to the world that is. Dead as a dodo. I rang our friendly Computer Man (CM). He made a few reasonable sounding suggestions. I was grateful for his advice and calm manner. Eagerly I sat down to see if I could work out how to access my emails … More IT CRASHED – the computer that is !
This week celebrates the Festival of Light. Diwali (or Deepavali, the “festival of lights”) is an ancient Hindu festival celebrated every year around late October / early November. One of the largest and brightest festivals in India, spiritually it signifies the victory of good over evil. Our family has strong ties with India. Marc, our oldest son … More Diwali – The Festival of Light
In Australia we are heading towards summer. It promises to be a hot one. Still in spring, tomorrow is forecast for a hot 35. Not my kind of weather. It’s at times like this that I reach for the Peppermint Spritzer and spray my arms, legs, around my neck. It’s so cooling! Just remember … More Peppermint Essential Oil
Necessity is the Mother of Invention. It’s about those moments in life when you are forced to do something creative. That’s what this story is about. ‘What is that thing Mummy?’ ‘It’s Daddy’s toy. Our boat.’ ‘But – it’s so BIG!’ ‘Yes, darling. Big boys have big toys.’ We were standing looking at the … More Necessity is the Mother of Invention
Today’s post is of a more serious nature. One that has opened yet another area of discomfort and concern. The ‘not so nice stuff that happens that we would rather not hear or know about.’ On Tuesday the 2nd Nov I posted an article about The Race That Stops the Nation – The Melbourne Cup. … More Melbourne Cup – horse deaths
Shimmering moonbeams showering sparkling softly – soft reflecting Timeless Full and round her beauty bathes my sleepless night with her pull © Raili Tanska Image Pixabay
Week one for the Retired Husband is over. I am happy to report I have no signs or symptoms of the said syndrome. Mornings he spent in in the garden absorbed in Green Therapy. But only after a leisurely morning cup of coffee reading the newspaper. After a sleep in. Needless to say, the garden is … More The Retired Husband