Having taken twice as long to get to Basel, and then taking time to squeeze into a very narrow car park in the middle of the city, once released from the confines of the car, Granny went in search of toilet facilities.Read more "Postcards 2: Basel, Switzerland"
Mum stood on the porch, and with hands on her hips, remarked, ‘And how are you going to get out of this one?’Read more "100-Word Challenge: Worked…"
Serena, our dream family car ferried the T-Team to Canberra. In 1975, hardly a maiden for this voyage, …Read more "Serena to the Snow"
We reached the road leading to Sellicks Beach and turned. P1’s car turned too. ‘I can’t see M’s car.’
‘Maybe he went to Victor Harbour,’ Mr. K said.
‘I hope not.’
Mr. K sighed as we neared Sellicks Beach. ‘Now where do we go?’
Dad’s midlife crisis began in earnest in the early 1970’s.Read more "Dad’s Mid-Life Crisis Cars"
After 50 years, I have discovered the significance of our Holden FC’s name.Read more "100-Word Challenge"
Clang! Clang! Clang! ‘Wake up! Wake up!’ Dad yelled.
I dragged myself out of the tangle of grey army blankets and shuffled to the door. The thin worn lino stung cold on my bare feet.
Dad marched past hammering a saucepan with a wooden spoon. ‘Get up! We have to get an early start!’
Mr. B stumbled to the bathroom and grumbled, ‘It’s too early, surely we could’ve had an hour’s more sleep.’
‘No, we must get going! We have a lot of ground to cover.’