Oh poor little dog

Bobby, the Furlong dog, was a rescue dog. He’d been handed in by a mother of many children, who was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

The ladies loo

Seen today on a building  in the Lakes. 

Oh no – the election

Oh no – the election – for forty days and forty nights! 

Where is the joy?

I forgot I had scheduled a story over on Gentle Ignition…

The snake and the witchdoctor

I grew up in an area known for its puffadders. Puffadders are dangerous snakes. On our poultry farm, the workers used to shout loudly and my grandmother and grandfather used to have to run to the place the workers identified, with a hoe.

The snake and the candle

This is a family story about a snake but, as many family stories are, it might be a myth.

The rocking chair snake

When I was a little girl, I sawed a snake in half.

Figures of eight – snake

We had many snake adventures in Africa. My most personal, was when both snake and I were equally confused.

Python juice

I taught men in Industry for many years in Africa. I taught everything from Math to English, Geography, Sociology and History. One could say I was a jack of all trades and master of none. I only taught men, not by choice, but that was how it was. I really liked “my men” and I think they liked me. But one day I boobed. It was about the python.

Losing snake phobia

We lived in a snake area in Africa. You get a mentality when you live in those kinds of surroundings. You get “snake aware”. I thought I’d tell you some scary snake stories on my blog. People like reading about snakes – it’s thrilling. Scary.