What sort of cruel joke is this?
Oh well – at least it’s not half unrelieved blue sky – for which I must be grateful.
A flight of ideas
What sort of cruel joke is this?
Oh well – at least it’s not half unrelieved blue sky – for which I must be grateful.
Merry Christmas from Waikanae! (Where it’s actually pissing with rain – this is an old photo)
Ed’s note – is apostrophe needed in “seasons”? Is it needed in Eds? Awkward. (With apologies to Sally, an enthusiastic member of “The August Society for the Protection and Promulgation of The Apostrophe”)
As I stumbled into theatres the other day, red faced and sweaty in my cycling gear, a tall German anaesthetist of my acquaintance looked at me in disbelief. Continue reading “Bicycle equality”
My dog loves it when I mow the lawn. She likes to come out and watch me. The pleasure it gives her is not just from watching someone else Continue reading “The grass is always greener”
This is a toughie, but I think I’d have to go with “Santa Baby”. Here’s a woman Continue reading “Favourite Christmas Song”
I love “Plant Identification New Zealand”. It’s the most wholesome thing Continue reading “Green fingers”
Warning! In poor taste. Continue reading “The final countdown”
Finally getting a little Bublé action on my final private list of the year. Surprisingly, no one else in theatre seems very excited about it.
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so, it turns out a little Christmas Bublé goes a long way. Luckily our last patient was under sedation and requested some Gorillaz for a nice change of pace.
Finished early so back at the cricket. Continue reading “Uneventful”