When I was a young lass, one of my beautiful neighbours became my surrogate grandmother. I used to go over to her place to feed her chickens. We’d have tea and cookies (with about 4 sugars in my tea) and yarn the afternoon away. Sadly, in her final years she became quite senile, paranoid, and incredibly frightened of the world and its potential harm. She put up fences, walls and bars around her house, slowly closing herself in from the outside world, till she became a prisoner in her own home. Eventually she had a security camera installed on her front veranda and I used to have to ring the doorbell and smile sweetly into the camera before she let me enter her home. Read more
Wow the Tamworth Country Music Festival is as amazing as the say it is. So much music, things to do, buskers, diversity, rodeo, food, music music music.
With my boots, flanny, cow-girl hat, I am all ready for the Tamworth Country Music Festival (although I don’t look quite as hot as McLeod’s Daughters, but will attempt to fit in). VERY exciting. Can’t say I’ve ever been before, but SHOULD have! Here we are. Read more