Tragedy Averted

I’m in the campground toilet and I hear a moan, an awful moan. What do I do? She must have fallen in the shower. With my jeans around my knees I’m helpless. My mind is racing. When I finish I’ll check on her then call for help. Bones are bound to be broken so we’ll need an ambulance, the office isn’t that far away. Then I hear it. That telltale plop. Just another difficult poo. Continue reading Tragedy Averted

Memories

A trip shouldn’t end when you return home. A friend of ours once said “I spent $100,000 on overseas travel and I don’t remember $80,000 of it!” It is for this reason that I began a journal on our first caravanning trip and have continued to do so. That journal becomes a private blog as we travel for family and friends to know where we are. The photos become a DVD when we get home, not for boring our friends to death but to cheer us up on a cold night. Random snippets from these blogs end up here on … Continue reading Memories

The Case For Flying Home

Sometimes we are needed at home. A special family birthday, a wedding or a birth. The best way to solve this dilemma is to grab a cheap flight home and do what has to be done. Remembering of course to pack the things that you may need, silly things like a hairdryer or your favourite pillow that you can’t sleep without. And medication…don’t forget your medication, you won’t be any use to anyone if you arrive dead. Afterwards when obligations have been fulfilled you’ll find yourself wondering what the hell happened “was I really home last weekend? Sleeping in our … Continue reading The Case For Flying Home

Tit for Tat

The chap next door seems so nice and we’ve shared jokes as we’ve pottered about all arvo, so we invite he and his wife to join our group for happy hour. His wife a sweet looking senior quickly morphed into a most depressing, loud mouthed master of one up manship and the conversation went something like this: “Oh, you read Lee Child, he’s light. I read history, Ken Follett.” We suppress a giggle. And she hits us with a left hook. “A recent death in your family?” she asks. Instead of treading gently and with respect she wades in with: … Continue reading Tit for Tat