Category: Bellarine – home

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ODE to ANGUS

Suddenly a remote memory surfaced….of Angus. It simply popped, uninvited, into my head. There I sat, in a very public space, surrounded by this thriving bustle of sidewalk strollers, when a single tear began its unexpected, slow and sad trail down my cheek, threatening to splash, uncontrolled, right into my skinny latte.

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My name is Campbell. Angus Campbell.

My name is Campbell. Angus Campbell. The cat next door is pushing his luck. Up to now we have sat apart, me growling deep in my chest, him just looking. When he poked his nose inside the door however, I launched myself. It was loud. I think I spooked him because this is my patch. He will learn. I can look after myself.

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Allergic reaction!

At home, I gazed with growing horror, at the red, raised, angry looking rash still erupting over areas of my body. Legs, arms, shoulder, wherever those gorgeous lotions of the Gods had touched. A more unsettling feeling added to my anxiety as I read the label of the cream she had recommended. Underneath the advice – “ kills germs, numbs local pain, eases swelling and redness (so far so good ), soothes the affected area ‘ was this gem.

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The final rule of moving house how to upset the neighbours number 1

Our first Christmas in the house, I wrapped a couple of little puddings in tinsel, quite expensive little puddings and placed them carefully in boxes with coloured ribbons, handwriting “ Merry Christmas “ and their respective names on cards. Mr. G placed them gently in both letterboxes that night. Maybe not so gently he mentioned later. It was a peace offering and I thought it would go a small way to helping. Nothing was ever said about that gesture.

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Pleasantville welcomes you

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...