It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

Recently the G.O. asked me for internet search assistance to procure spare parts for his motorcycle project. I realised I’ve been sourcing one thing or another somehow or another since I was fifteen years old. It all began with automotive spare parts at my dad’s garage followed by a couple of work placements he arranged … More It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

ssss. . . sweet nothings

I could cover it off by simply re-blogging one of my very early posts, dear holiday houseguests, from December 2011… but more than a fortnight has passed since the same houseguests’ most recent visit, and my temper is still snaky…

toil and trouble

Not much older and only a little wiser after the demise of marriage #1, I embarked optimistically on marriage #2. Two of the players stayed on for the second act, Baddy and Jack, my cats. The cast welcomed Bo, an Australian Cattle Dog, who adored them both. I met the man who would become Husband #2 for the … More toil and trouble

into the fire…

If house sharing was the frying pan, marriage was the fire, and I carelessly fed my life to the flames. Both Husband #1 & I were barely in our twenties when we set up house. He wasn’t averse to sharing household tasks but was shy of public knowledge. I was bemused one night cleaning up after … More into the fire…