Dad’s dream to climb this mountain was to be fulfilled. Ever since he had lived and taught in Hermannsburg in the 1950’s, he had wanted to venture way out west, to conquer this mount
When the backyard was clear of interfering adults, Wally’s harassment of the girls, particularly Minna, intensified. It began with vicious name calling, progressed to pinching and poking, and then escalated into soda warfare.Read more "Thumm Christmas continued"
Then, the highlight of our year, Christmas at Grandma’s. Always a spread, but as it was simmering around 35-degrees Celsius…Read more "Christmas With the T-Team"
Shouting echoed across the road.
Frieda placed her loads down, and then ducked behind the acacia bush. She watched through the lattice of leaves and listened. Mike, the father of the young family next door to Ned, raged at a pot-bellied man.
Frieda frowned. ‘Poor Mike, still in his pyjamas. Hmm, he doesn’t look happy. Wonder what Pot-belly did to wake him up?’
We struck a deal, I’d wash and they’d wipe. Fair enough. Sort of. They reasoned that I’d have to clean up my mess of chocolate cake. No mention of Dad’s Indonesian Rice splatters. But then, who was I to complain?Read more "Storm in a Chicken Coop"
Arthurglanced out the window. Cliffs shaped like giant stained teeth grinned back at him. Way below, tiny trees dotted the valley…’I guess when you booked this Far flung tour, you never imagined you’d be sitting on a bus on the edge of a cliff.’ he laughed nervously.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (41)"
‘Your son’s room smells,’ they said.
For some months, when I opened that bedroom, I’d get a whiff of it. Perhaps it had been there years, but that earthy pong, blended in with the general household of aromas, and lost to our senses. Besides, my son would never allow us in his room.