The hog is still here, and on top of that, tonight saw the first appearance of the bats!!
Oh, man…I don’t get people.
That’s it, I just don’t…
Favourite Music Artist – B
David Bowie Probably my favourite music artist, full stop.
Many reasons: Great rock/pop songs, weird lyrics, great personae, lots of “content”, just musically superior in every respect.
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Favourite Music Artist – A
Favourite Music Artist – A
ABBA – It might not be fashionable but who cares? They made perfect pop songs. Great musical structure. Great harmonies. That’s why.
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I’ve decided (because I’m seriously bored) to make an A-Z…
list of my favourite music artists. Boredom and the love for lists is my driving force.
Photographic Proof!!!
I told you to stay tuned on hog developments. Photographic proof was requested (well, not proof as such, but pics were requested), but the last 48 hours have proved elusive for sighting Mr (or Ms) Hog.
There Is Hog In The Box!
It seems too early, but already we have a hedgehog in our makeshift box by our front door. It’s not the biggest hog, nor is it a baby. Em wants to get some food for it, but we have more cats in our patch of wood that you can shake a stick at. But we have a set-up that hopefully means the food will only go to the little hoggy.
How Did They Get Away With It??
I’ve been sitting on this picture for a few weeks, wanting to post it, but things have conspired against me lately. So here it is.
Gone Is The Internet Age of The Pen-Pal.
I had someone contact me out of the blue recently (see comments on previous post) and thought it quite amazing. Especially since I don’t appear to get much traffic on my blog (not that I’m looking, it can be great to know you are almost totally anonymous with this thing, but feel there is SOMEONE listening). It made me reminisce for the lost art of the Internet pen-pal.
Making Space In A One-Bedroom Cluster Home.
We have lived in our current rental property for nearly 5 years now. Every day is a battle to keep this place clean, as it is SSOO small. We only ever eat meals at a dining table when we go out to eat (very rare these days), or when we visit Em’s parents together, or when I get out to Oz to see my family. We just don’t have the room for any sort of dining table, which I hate. I hate eating, sitting in front of the TV.