That dog’s been here again and I’m so pissed off. Why does he always have to come on long weekends or when there’s a religious festival with food involved? This is MY time for sleeping late in bed, getting extra hugs and tasty tidbits, not his. I don’t care if it’s his first birthday. I … Continue reading The Rant and the Rat
It’s been a very strange day in Christchurch today with many people, like me feeling a bit shell-shocked and discombobulated. I feel as though I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in a place that is not my home. The outpouring of solidarity and unity with our Muslim community along with the show of global support … Continue reading The Day After the Christchurch Mosque Attacks
Weirdly enough there are a lot of things that I’m grateful for about having MS and today was one of those times. My MS symptoms tell me things today that I knew before but chose to ignore in the past. And now I can’t. I know I can’t party on until the wee hours. I … Continue reading Christchurch, NZ – Friday 15 March 2019
Ron and I spent Christmas Day in the field behind On the Spot pretending we were lions. It’s our favourite game and because both of us are ginger I fancy we look more the part than say, Squeak who has long black and white fur and gets too hot and bothered to play for any … Continue reading Unleashing the Lion Within
Five years ago I accidentally created the Diamond Harbour Community Facebook Page. What I was really trying to achieve was to group my Facebook friends together so that we could post about local things without getting our wider Facebook friends involved. It started off with about a dozen people and now has over 1500 members. … Continue reading Diamond Harbour Facebook Group – 2018 in Review
Serafina was very disappointed that most of the local cats seemed to have forgotten about the Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats which had been over-shadowed by Christmas festivities and the unwelcome arrival of a crime wave in the Harbour. “It’s not only mail that’s going missing,” said a wide-eyed Serafina one morning. “A … Continue reading The Cat Thief
On the whole having Serafina join our little group was a good thing. We’d all upped our game somewhat. I certainly hadn’t embarrassed myself in the catnip again and Squeak had not only lost his winter coat but had put himself on a self-imposed diet. It seemed to be working although it was hard to … Continue reading The Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats (DHC)
