They know if they miss buying some now, they will have to suffer eating supermarket doughnuts that are as cold, rubbery and unappetising as a dog’s chew toy. So they buy the fresh warm doughnuts in front of them. And a box...
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“There is no such thing as a weed. Weeds are just plants growing in the wrong place”. So said Angus McBeard, the huge and hairy owner of our local garden centre “Thistles and Thorns”. I had simply asked him what...
We all know the difference between off and on, or do we? Our washing machine, having finished the thankless task of removing smells and stains from my clothes, should be off, but it’s not truly off. It’s doing something...
“Marie Kondo your fridge” the headline urged.* As you probably know, Marie Kondo is the tidiness and decluttering queen. Who doesn’t like her concept of “tidying up in a way that will spark joy in your life and change it...
We live in the mild temperate southern part of Australia, so you may think that we would not be troubled by avalanches, but you would be wrong. I’m not talking about snow. We don’t have much snow in my home state...
A Short&Humorous interview with Professor Evan Level, Ph.D, Professor of Flatitudinal Studies, Pancake University, Flatchester. S&H: Professor Level, I understand that you have revolutionized tertiary education by...
Glatte. This features a heavy duty transparent glass bin. This proclaims to the neighbours that you have nothing to hide in your waste stream and that you are right up with the trendiest of garbage extraction trends. A large...
“The limpid waters of Lake Owatawetness ….. abound with every known variety of fish. Near to its surface, so close that the angler may reach out his hand and stroke them, schools of pike, pickerel, mackerel, doggerel, and...
Don’t you just love clickbait headlines in online media? Clickbait story titles ask a question or state a fact or attitude that prods your curiosity or stokes your outrage. It bothers you so much that you just...
OK, I’m ready to confess here and now. I confess that I often send emails to myself. It’s sad really, like the old song “I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter (and make believe it came from you)”...