Toilets fit for a Queen. A fairy tale.
My Mother always used to say “ Even The Queen has to use a toilet “ To a small child that statement seems miraculous and wondrous. To an adult who happens to be a Tour Guide, the word “ Toilet...
My Mother always used to say “ Even The Queen has to use a toilet “ To a small child that statement seems miraculous and wondrous. To an adult who happens to be a Tour Guide, the word “ Toilet...
My City cousins visited from Melbourne every year. Being girls similar in age, I had a strong friendship with the eldest.
We would explore all the usual places around the farm. We were on the same wavelength and got on well.
Moving House – Part 4 “ You mean we’re in Pleasantville?’ “ Sounds like the opening line of a movie scene…..only it’s real. Set in a simple place where residents exist in a traditional setting, never changing, just living day...
Due to the aforementioned Mr. M ( fully licenced to drive an 18 ton furniture van and who had never had an accident) one more little worry was eliminated as the move progressed into the final stages.
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by Pauline Campbell · Published 2015/01/12 · Last modified 2022/10/27
At first it’s not evident as they begin to throw – I mean stow – your personal items. However, after many trips into the house, up the stairs, down the stairs, watch the walls, out the back, into the garage, how did we accumulate so much stuff, where is my door knocker, can you be careful with that, there is a subtle change in their demeanour.
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by Pauline Campbell · Published 2015/01/11 · Last modified 2022/10/27
The little white Mazda Familia hatchback, filled to capacity with the last of our breakable, precious items shuddered and swayed yet kept her stability on the slick, wet Westgate freeway. This car was fortunately built to handle such treacherous conditions, being full four wheel drive and turbocharged rally bred.
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by Pauline Campbell · Published 2015/01/10 · Last modified 2015/01/13
“ I come from Des Moines. Someone had to.” So said a famous author. Let me re-phrase that to more specifically reflect my own personal experience on making the life decision to re-locate to a small seaside town. “...
Blue. Blue.The clearest of blue water. Sparkling blue. The You Yangs form the familiar backdrop. A lone white yacht, elegance supreme, makes its gentle way across the bay. A stretch of white, choppy swells break briefly, to reveal two jetskies,...
No it’s not Le Restaurant Jules Verne high in the Eiffel Tower and you don’t need a passport or a long flight to get here. You don’t even need a window seat. You can sit anywhere and still be transported...
The Metro train journey from Melbourne’s west through to Flinders Street is usually a half hour trip. On this occasion, it took longer, delays due to Anzac Day crowds or other assorted breaks in schedule – like the pilfering of...