After retiring from audiology some years ago, Susan’s finding life’s pretty good with lots of time to do what she likes. That includes walking, reading, having coffee with friends, and a bit of activism thrown in. Also, day by day doing her best not to worry too much over the many threats to our gorgeous planet.
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Meet Trevor. He’s had quite a colourful career, from his early days as a pub manager in Tunbridge Wells he went on to become Dunedin’s leading auctioneer. Trevor is a published author and was something of a TV personality in the 1980s as a regular panellist on a show about antiques.
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Emily is very loud, and has really bad taste in cheesy pop music. When not at work flogging goods to the public via advertising and marketing campaigns, she can be found hiding from her partner and children at the local pub. If you’re easily offended or don’t appreciate the constant use of profanities, then you probably shouldn’t read Emily’s posts. You have been warned!
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Angela has had many roles in her life including: schoolgirl, student, daughter, friend, civil servant, wife, lover, mother, manager, magistrate, landlady, teacher, grandmother, blogger, editor and proofreader.
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Last year, in July, I wrote about sorting through the myriad paraphernalia that had accumulated during 31 years of life in our family home. I confidently expected that we’d have completed our downsizing move by the time the pears had ripened on the beloved pear tree in the garden. Well, you may not be surprised to learn that this was not to be. A Setback Soon after I wrote so optimistically, we heard that our cash buyer had withdrawn his offer because we could not exchange contracts soon enough for his liking…. Read More
Growing Pains ‘We’re having the boys for the night.’ This news was delivered as if I had been rewarded for something highly deserving. Much as I love my grandsons, I regard their visits like the curate’s egg: ‘good in parts’. I’ve always had trouble relating to kids, to the extent that I often wonder if I ever was one. Infants don’t worry me much: jingle a few keys and they’re easily entertained; they’re portable and sleep a lot. Young kids are a bit more demanding, but nothing a few bribes can’t sort;… Read More
In the Ascendant Some things in life just fade away like dinosaurs; others, like giant pandas and such, drift into decline then get saved and clapped in cages for Joe Public to gawk at, which strikes me as marginally worse than extinction, but then I’m of the age where a bit of cynicism is fun. Mother Nature however, is a bit more serious: to balance the scales, she provides us with creatures that we can bomb the chemical bejesus out of with little or no effect, such as the Australian cane toad… Read More
On the Other Side I must confess to having been fairly ambivalent about the plight of blind folk till I joined their ranks. Sure, they were around, but not really part of my world; like most, I was happy to give a few dollars of conscience money on appeal days just as I did with all the other causes that didn’t really affect me personally. My reaction to someone with a white cane was a sort of distant sympathy, along the lines of ‘Poor sod, but he/she seems to be getting about… Read More
I’m not usually maudlin, preferring a good giggle to being morose any day of the week. However, death has been on my mind a lot lately. Not my own; I am of course immortal, just ask my doctor about my high cholesterol! It appears I am surrounded by it, and apparently I’m at ‘that age’ where people I know are popping their clogs left, right and centre. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m being flippant about death, it’s not actually a funny thing, but there’s no point in having an ostrich… Read More